With every word,
with every smile,
with every look,
with every caress...
I approach the water
drinking your kiss,
the light of your face,
the light of your form.
To love you is a plea;
it's the song of a mute;
the look of a blind man;
a secret exposed.
I submit myself to your arms,
with fear and with calm;
a plea on my lips,
a plea in my soul.
With every word,
with every smile,
with every look,
with every caress...
I approach the fire,
and all that it burns;
the light of your face,
the light of your form.
To love you is a plea;
it's the song of a mute;
the look of a blind man;
a secret exposed.
I give myself to your arms,
with fear and with calm;
a plea on my lips,
a plea in my soul...