You are the only one for me, for me,
For me, fine.
I love you very, very
Very true.
And I want to be able decírtelo someday,
Or escribírtelo in the language of Shakespeare.
My Daysi, Daysi, Daysi desirable.
I am unhappy, because so few
Words that give as a gift.
Dear, I love you, I love you,
Dear, I wish you.
And yet everything else over this.
You are the only one for me, for me,
For me, fine.
You are the only one for me, for me,
For me, fine.
But how can you see me, see me,
See me, so derogatorily.
It would go better in my vocabulary,
For like in the language of Molière.
You, your eyes, your nose, your lips adorable.
Not understand, bad luck.
Das Not one step ... Coming
To fall into my arms.
Dear, I love you, I love you,
Dear, I wish you.
And yet everything else over this.
You are the only one for me, for me,
For me, fine.
So I wonder why I love you.
You, you laughed at me and all
With that your mischievous air, mischievous, mischievous.
Do I quererte