We are lying down
On the herba of the summer.
It's late. We hear singing
Lovers and birds.
We hear whispering the wind of the countryside
We hear the mountain sing.
(refrain)
I have your hand in my hand.
I play with your fingers.
I have my eyes in your eyes
And everywhere I see myself
That night, beautiful night,
May the heaven wonderful,
Who flowers tower? turn, tender and mysterious.
Come closer, my love, your heart against my heart
And tell me it is not more charming happiness
That those eyes in the sky,
May this sky in your eyes,
May your hand play with my hand.
I do not know you.
You do not know anything about me.
We are only two vagabonds,
Daughter of the woods, bad boy.
Your dress is torn.
I do not have a house anymore.
I have only the summer season.
(refrain)
And your hand in my hand
I'm playing with your fingers.
I have my eyes in your eyes
and everywhere I see myself
That night, beautiful night,
May the heaven wonderful,
Who flowers tower? turn, tender and mysterious.
Come closer, my love, your heart against my heart
And tell me it is not more charming happiness
We forget the adventure
And the road and tomorrow
But what does it matter since I have your hand!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)