In the kitchen,
I expect you come
and I wonder when to rain will start.
And seeing the sun rise,
I'll stay on the sidelines
listening to a sad song that goes,
but over time seem less long.

Listen, love is like the wind blowing,
like a song that trees sing,
and while you hold in your hand my heart
even the birds fly happily,
and when you left I'll shake your sweater,
smelling odour of your soft skin
as when it rose in the air
when you around me spin.

Then,
as time stroking our own little lives,
I will lift up my eyes to heaven
and not see you coming,
but hearing your voice,
will smile showing the shape of the love,
that will live long.

Listen, love is like a flower blooming,
like a kiss when raining,
and now we saw the shape of love
even our soul can start to living happily,
and we left we'll seeing all the world,
beautiful as your words.
We hold our life in the hands
and will stay together as grains of sand.

We'll smile showing the shape of the love,
that will live long.