When the night skidded onto us,
At the school exit in the city,
We held each other's hand and I told you
I love you
When a child then cut in front of us,
With a tin drum, a trail,
And then that sound bounced on us,
I love you.
My shelter, my shelter,
My shelter... is you.
Then you strongly tightened with me,
Like if you wanted to protect the echo inside of you
Of the first love words,
I love you.
When the snow whitened with silence
All that noise in the city center,
And froze our words,
I love you...
My shelter, my shelter,
My shelter... is you.
When then people exited theatres,
They covered our steps with smoke and roses,
Which, of never given kisses, we counted,
I love you.
My shelter, my shelter,
My shelter... is you.
And when the enchantment speaks about you again,
From a painting a dawn from what doesn't exist,
Smiling, I still think about you
That I love you...
So far, I don't know if you'll be,
So near you will be able to hear me,
Like me nobody will be able to tell you
I love you...
My shelter, my shelter,
My shelter is you.