I would invent a universe for you, today,
if she were no longer my star,
and I would give you tender love
if I wouldn't give so much to her.
You are the sweet company
that paints her smile
each day, for me,
in red and honey.
You are the sweet temptation,
the strength that pushes me,
each day, to be unfaithful,
to be unfaithful.
No,
I love her only,
she is my universe
her only;
you are the adventure,
the laughter, the tenderness,
and she,
the one who waits in solitude,
no, no.
You are butterfly
that flies among the roses,
and she is the foundation of my home.
You are butterfly
that flies among the roses,
and she is the foundation of my home.
I would get lost in your silence, today,
if I wouldn't think so much about he,
and I would maintain my glance on you
if I wouldn't, always, see her,
and don't call it cowardice,
there are things in life
that are only for two,
only for two.
Lying is not compatible
with something transparent,
beautiful and fragile
as love is.
No,
I love her only,
she is my universe
her only;
you are the adventure,
the laughter, the tenderness,
and she,
the one who waits in solitude,
no, no.
You are butterfly
that flies among the roses,
and she is the foundation of my home.
You are butterfly
that flies among the roses,
and she is the foundation of my home.