This cannot be anything more than a song
I wish it were a confession of my love
Romantic, but without taking such literary forms
Which would restrain this torrent of feeling in me
I love you
I love you
Eternally, I love you
If you ever are separated from me, I will not die
Because if I must die, I want to die with you
I feel accompanied in my loneliness
That is why sometimes I know I need
Your hand
Your hand
Your hand, eternally
When I saw you I knew it was true,
This fear of finding myself defenselessly exposed
You make me bare with seven reasons
You open my chest every time you fill me to the brim
With love
With love
Eternally, with love
If I ever feel defeated,
And I give up on seeing the sun each morning,
Reciting the creed that you have taught me,
I look at your face, and by the window I say:
Yolanda
Yolanda
Forever, Yolanda
Yolanda
Yolanda
Forever, Yolanda