You live in an eternal and mute silence
I translate your looks and read in your smiles
Interpreting the words
That your hands want to say
In your language strange which seems to be a ballet
A moving ballet that you arrange for me
Of fascinating gestures which are never the same
And when you tip your fingers you whisper I 'love
I feel sometimes like hearing
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love, my wonderful love, my heartbreaking love, my love moving love.
As if to speak to you, I lacked the means
Finding myself close to you, as if in a foreign land
Not being able to use any vocabulary
In my turn, I learned the language of the hands
You laugh a little at me, because I am clumsy,
And often make blunders
I have never I'm very good at spelling,
But I have so much to tell you
And I love you so much...
My love, my love, my love, my love
My love, my wonderful love, my heartbreaking love, my moving love
My love, my wonderful love, my heartbreaking love, my moving love.

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