I remember the summer at noon Remember the color of your eyes. When you are not, life is no different to your life I remember your bitterness I need you to see you every day I love listening to you Red flowers, a gentle like sleep I am the same if it is without you I need to see you every day I love to hear You like the temptation to hunt for a shaprek you are like letting you up like a kite I always like a story I love you Like the shapes that the clouds make Atlas flowers come from your color If your men know that here To win with a winged horse I need to see you every day
