It was the green light
That comes from your eyes, that light
That illuminates the distance between you and me
That fills my line with hope
That light that recomposes what it composes
That light

It was your indigo hug
The one that paints the lamp with caresses
That illuminates every note of my voice
Pampering the tremor with whispers
Of this love that runs wild if you provoke it
This love

It was a hug from your love with gloves
With smiles that you gave me
Knowing that without you I am nothing
I am made of little pieces of you

Of your voice, of your walk
Of every awakening
Of the laughter, of the walk
Of the whispers of April
Of the feeling, of the awakening
Even though the night was gray
Knowing that I am made
Of little pieces of you

It was the green light
The owner of my nights, that light
That delivers every petal of love
That aspires to the smiles with flavor
That light that recomposes my emotions
That light

It was a hug from your love with gloves
With smiles that you gave me
Knowing that without you I am nothing
I am made of little pieces of you

Of your voice, of your walk
Of every awakening
Of the laughter, of the walk
Of the whispers of April
Of the feeling, of the awakening
Even though the night was gray
Knowing that I am made
Of little pieces of you, of you, of you, of you

Of your voice, of your walk
Of every awakening
Of the laughter, of the walk
Of the whispers of April
Of the feeling, of the awakening
Even though the night was gray
Knowing that I am made
Of little pieces of you

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