When I'm with you, I don't know what is more beautiful,
If it's the colour of the sky or that of your hair
I know no sadness, everything is happiness
I only know that you are my life
When I'm with you, I don't know if in the breeze
There is a better sound than in your happy laughter
If you put your hands near mine
I doubt that cold early mornings exist
When I'm with you, failures don't exist
All that I want I find in your arms
When I'm with you I'm filled with pride
I would like you to shout that I'm yours alone
When I'm with you, I don't know what is more tender
Your fragile figure or a bird that is hibernating
When I'm with you I swap glory
For the great fortune of being in your life1
1. lit. story