I've searched for her everywhere, I've traveled the world
From Venice to Java, from Manila to Hankor
From Jeanne to Victoria, from Venus to Mona Lisa
I haven't found her yet, and I'm still searching

I know nothing about her, yet I see her
I've invented her name, I've heard her voice
I've drawn her body and painted her face
Her portrait and love are now one image

She has the beauty of romantic girls
And the innocent gaze of a Botticelli
Her profile is that of those mythical virgins
Who haunt museums and adolescents

Her walk resembles the memories of a child
That trot in my head and dance in dreams
On her forehead, her hair is like gold in battle
That the sea wind and the sun quarrel over

I could tell you about her eyes, her hands
I could talk about her until tomorrow
Her love is my life, but what's the point of dreaming?
I've searched for her everywhere, I haven't found her

He could tell us about her eyes, her hands
He could talk about her until tomorrow
Her love is his life, but what's the point of dreaming?
He's searched for her everywhere, he hasn't found her

Is she far from here? Is she near me?
I don't know yet, but I know she exists
Is she a sinner or a king's daughter?
What does her blood matter since I am an artist
And love dictates its law

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