When I start to dream
memories of my childhood,
the one who gave me life
I don't get tired of kissing.
And I feel that my heart
stays in her lap,
when I embrace my mother
and she returns the hug.
I have three loves,
one, two and three.
All different,
all of women.
And if one calls,
the others call too.
One is of my mother,
another is of my wife,
and another is of my daughter.
I'm lucky to have the three of them!
When I want to kiss
with a burning love,
my wife is the spring
where my thirst quenches.
And is so much the sensation
of love and tenderness,
that my blood, like a river,
overflows with hers.
I hear my daughter laughing
the same as a sleigh-bell,
and a happy feeling
floods all my being.
And I feel that the illusion
of atracting her to my chest,
is the greatest gift
that heaven could have made.