El amor comienza [English translation]

when the sun light our faces

although out it is raining,

when they tremble as sheets

our skin and our breath,

the love begins...

When the gray becomes pink

and an image thought,

when they put the tickling out,

as air dawns and fire,

the love begins...

When there happen rare things that earlier never happened to us,

spilling in the soul as summer flowers

and they look like a novel up to the time of work,

and it is the music of the sky a phone calling.

When beautiful bodies spend for your beautiful eyes face,

and you do not happen it nor counts until you have them far

and some friend is looked to speak to you about all that,

and he falls asleep to scares and is dreamed of a kiss,

The love begins, the love begins...

When we hear the bells

to that others did not listen,

when it manages to worry us

the presence and the schedule,

the love begins...

When going turns hurry

and turning a condemnation,

when the delays hurt

and they bite the waiting,

the love begins...