A girl,
She has a heart full of songs
Which bloom anew in every season,
For the love of a boy.
A girl,
She has er eyes full of happiness,
When, one morning she feels her heart pounding,
For the love of a boy.
It might be, sometimes, just sorrow
If nobody takes her by the hand.
A girl,
Is so fragile and delicate in the same time,
And she can so suffer sometime,
For the love of a boy.
It might be, sometime,be just sorrow
If nobody takes her by the hand.
A girl,
She can have a broken heart too,
And pass her nights crying
For the love of a boy.
A girl,
She dreams of passing all her life,
Without saying a word, tenderly huddled
In the arms of a boy,
All her life in the arms of a boy.