You aren't even twenty years old yet
and your grey hair is bothering you
you're telling me that you would rather,
if possible, someone younger
who says that being younger has to be sweeter
Don't you know that years don't count true love
don't you see that your youth suits me nicely
don't judge a man by its appearance, in the end you'll see
that even these hands of mine know to caress
If you compare immature men
to the mature ones
I'll confess with these wrinkles
that every young man gets its credit
who says that being younger has to be sweeter