Love, when it reveals itself,
It is not known to reveal.
It's good to look at her,
he does not know how to speak.
Who wants to say what he feels
You do not know what to say.
Spoken: it seems that mind
Cala: seems to forget
Oh, but if she guessed,
If she could hear the look,
And if a look were enough for her
You must know that you are being loved!
But who is sorry, shut up;
Who wants to say how much you feel
It is soulless and speechless,
Stay, entirely!
But if this can tell you
What I do not dare tell you,
I will not have to talk to you any more.
Because I'm telling you.