Aja ehh ehhh, aja ehhhh
When the sun gives us in the face,
Although it‘s raining outside,
When shake like leaves,
Our skin and our encouragement,
Love begins,
When the gray becomes pink,
And a picture thought,
When the looming tickling,
As auroras of air and fire,
Love begins,
When things go rare
that we never passed before,
Spills in the soul,
As summer flowers
and it seems a novel
until the working time
and is music from heaven
a phone call,
when passing through your eyes
beautiful faces, beautiful bodies,
and you do not you take no account,
until you are away,
and is looking for a friend
to talk all that,
and to sleep on jumps
and dreams of a kiss,
love, love begins, (aa)
when we hear the bells
that others are not heard
when it reaches a worry
the presence and scheduling,
love begins,
when the going gets hurry
and return a conviction,
hurt when delays,
and bite waiting
love begins,
when things go rare
that we never passed before,
Spills in the soul
as summer flowers,
and it seems a novel
until working hours,
and is music from heaven
a phone call,
when passing through your eyes
beautiful faces, beautiful bodies,
and you do not you take no account,
until you are away,
and is looking for a friend
to talk all this,
and to sleep on jumps
and dreams of a kiss,
love love begins,
this love begins..