When he takes me in his arms, he speaks to me in a low voice, I see life in a crazy way. You tell me words of love, words of every day, and it makes me sing. When he takes me in his arms, he speaks to me in a low voice, I see life in a crazy way. You tell me words of love, words of every day, and it makes me sing. She enters my heart, a part of happiness, of which I know the cause. It was for me, me for her in life, she told me, she swore for life. And as soon as I see her, then I feel in me my beating heart. Two eyes that make the best kiss, a laugh that is lost in his mouth. Here is the potter without return, here is the woman who belongs to me. When he takes me in his arms, he speaks to me in a low voice, You tell me words of love, words of every day, and it makes me sing. The words you know to say, lighter than a sigh, I can not lie. I close my eyes and I hear you speak, and your mouth seems to kiss me. If you are close to me, life is always pink, together with you. www.mooji.org