I love you so much that I’ve never could come to explain to myself,
what is the reason that I am like the wings of a wounded bird, seeking the shade of your heart.
If you loved me the way I adore you, the seventh heaven would be ours.
That’s why at your feet your affection I implore,
The same way a miracle implores God.
And as I feel that this febrile anxiety burns me,
With my soul on my lips I tell you again,
If you loved me the way I love you
For all of life there would not be any love left
For anyone in the entire world, nor over the earth, nor under the sea.
And as I feel that this febrile anxiety burns me,
With my soul on my lips I tell you again,
If you loved me the way I love you
For all of life there would not be any love left
For anyone in the entire world, nor over the earth, nor under the sea.