Why insist on not believing in love
Close the door of disappointment,
Let me show you
the truth, maybe I can understand,
That, as I keep you my world,
My flowers ... is intense, it is beautiful, is pure
It may be in silence
but all what I mean now
is for you
Ana
Hugs me, kisses me
I want to fly away
To which we can love
Ana, Breathing the smell of joy
I want you here to me
Without fear
Ana Aaaah
Ana Aaaah
The truth, maybe I can understand,
That is intense, it is beautiful, is pure
It may be in silence
but all what I mean now
is for you
Ana
Hugs me, kisses me
I want to fly away
To which we can love
Ana, Breathing the smell of joy
I want you here to me
Without fear
Ana Aaaah
Ana Aaaah