How much valley not to be alone?
When what more it is wanted is alone
To talk, to gargalhar and until fighting

How much valley the telephone to touch?
When what more it is wanted is to speak
Everything or nothing with somebody
Perhaps it is all good
An equal love to yours does not have

As the sun and the moon
E the wind in the street
It is impossible to live alone
As water in rain
The seed and the grape
How I can see?
How I can learn?
Without somebody to say pra me:
Love, I am pra here you

How much valley somewhat good for feeling?
When the evil only seems to come?
But hand is there
Ready to serve you
E the heart is thankful for you to be here