There’s a great, green meadow,
where hopes are born,
hopes called ‟boys”;
that’s the great meadow of love.
One: never betray them, they trust you.
Two: don’t let them down, the believe in you.
Three: don’t make them cry, they live in you.
Four: don’t leave them, you’ll miss them.
When your hands will be tired and you will quit everything,
they will thank you for the beautiful things,
they will suffer because of your mistakes.
And you, boy, you don’t know it,
but she is already in your eyes;
she’ll ask for your love,
but love has its commandments.
One: never betray her, she trusts you.
Two: don’t let her down, she believes in you.
Three: don’t make her cry, she lives for you.
Four: don’t leave her, you’ll miss her.
And at night, in your arms,
she’ll look for all the promises, all the hopes,
for a world of love.