My soul falls in love,
it falls
every time I see you
turn the corner,
scented in basil and chamomile,
the moon lights up when you look at me
It is too late,
in between laughter and cries, life has passed us by
I dreaming, counting the nights,
and you, living with someone you do not really want
It is too late,
your smile and mine a river have taken,
your gaze and mine turned into gulls
that flew into the air,
that flew into the air
My soul falls in love,
it falls,
every time I see you
around my street,
watching my house morning and afternoon
The fire is lit,
the wood is burning
It is too late,
in between laughter and cries, life has passed us by
I dreaming, counting the nights,
and you, living with someone you do not really want
It is too late
your smile and mine a river have taken,
your gaze and mine turned into gulls
that flew into the air,
that flew into the air
My soul falls in love,
My soul falls in love,
It falls
My soul falls in love,
it falls
every time I see you
around my street,
watching my house morning and afternoon
The fire is lit
The fire is lit
The fire is lit
The wood is burning, burning, burning
My soul falls in love
It falls...