Listen to the confession of my secret
It's born from a heart
That is currently deserted
With three words
I will tell you all the things,
Things that have to do with the heart
And that are precious
Give me your hands, come
Take my hands
Because I will confide you with
My distress
Only three words
Are causing me anxiety
And those words are
"I love you" [1]
With three words
I will tell you all the things
Things that have to do with the heart
And that are precious
Give me your hands, come
Take my hands
Because I will confide you with
My distress
Only three words
Are causing me anxiety
And those words are
"I love you" [1]