The construction of love
Tears the hand veins apart
It mixes up blood and sweat
If you have any left
The construction of love
Doesn't make up for the pain
It's like a sand altar
On the seashore
The construction of my love
I like watching it going up
Like a skyscraper of a hundred floors
Or like a sunflower
And I put in my experience
Like in a Christams tree
Like a present to a wife
Something that stays there and doesn't do any harm
And at every floor there's a smile
For every winter we have to get over
At every floor [there is] a paradise to be lived
Behind the door a little love
For the times when we won't have time to make love
For the times when you'll let just my picture be carried away
But in the meanwhile I look at this love
That gets closer and closer to the sky
Like behind the horizon it were still sky
It's me, I am here and I am surprised
So much that I could bite my arms
But no! it's really me, the mirror has my face