When the sun on the horizon descends and slowly, with the ground, saying goodbye, and the sunset draws a golden shirt, in your thoughts again you invade. I kiss the glaring sun, this day of the calendar is breaking off, sow a miraculous grain in me, I sipped from your lips on the nectar. And there is nothing else so beautiful, to hear that trembling in your voice and the sun in the veins to run, to know that I am your girl!
