She:
You know, sometimes I ask myself:
What is this a kind of fear to lose you?
What is inside of you that makes you unique
And makes me fall in love with you?
He:
I like to spend days teasing you
With phrases that I get old bearing you,
And, perhaps, your impossible character
Makes me fall in love with you.
He and she:
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
You are something more.
What would you do without me?
Who are you when you say “yes”
Every moment, even now?
Who are you? Who are you?
You don't know it.
Even you.
Who are you?
He:
I like when you are in doubts which dress to choose,
You ask me which one but you already know which one to put on
And this a bit infantile manner
Makes me fall in love with you.
He and she:
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
You are something more.
What would you do without me?
Who are you when you say “yes”
Every moment, even now?
Who are you? Who are you?
You don't know it.
Even you.
Who are you?
She:
If you only knew who you are when you are angry
And you remind me that I would lose having lost you,
And suddenly you merge in caresses
And make me fall in love with you.
He and she:
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
You are something more.
What would you do without me?
Who are you when you say “yes”
Every moment, even now?
Who are you? Who are you?
You don't know it.
Even you.
Who are you?