Do you know that I wind my heart1 according to you
That you are a redolent flower from the garden of paradise
And there's no place where I wouldn't want to be with you
For my whole life, throughout the whole world...
Who tries these honey lips of yours once,
The flavour haunts him for a long, long time
He who kisses you for the first time, he sits down
But I'm still on my feet!
Little one, just tell me
Little one, is the love still lasting
Or is it not lasting anymore?
Little one, come on, show me
Little one, is the love still lasting
Or is it not lasting anymore?
Because you're the one that my heart is choosing
The one that my soul has been missing throughout the days
I'm sending you love like birds made of paper,
But I don't know if it interests you?
Little one...
1. He's using the verb that is usually used in "wind a clock"