Returning to seventeen
After living a century
It's like deciphering signs
Without being a competent sage
To suddenly become
As fragile as a second
To feel deeply again
Like a child before God
That's what I feel
In this fertile moment

It gets tangled, tangled
Like ivy on the wall
And it sprouts, sprouts
Like the moss on the stone
Like the moss on the stone, oh, yes, yes, yes

My step is reversed
When yours advances
The arc of the alliances
Has penetrated my nest
With all its color
It has walked through my veins
And even the hard chains
With which destiny binds us
It's like a fine diamond
That illuminates my serene soul

It gets tangled, tangled
Like ivy on the wall
And it sprouts, sprouts
Like the moss on the stone
Like the moss on the stone, oh, yes, yes, yes

What feeling can do
Knowledge has not been able to do
Neither the clearest procedure
Nor the broadest thought
Everything changes in the moment
Like a condescending magician
It sweetly distances us
From grudges and violence
Only love with its science
Makes us so innocent

It gets tangled, tangled
Like ivy on the wall
And it sprouts, sprouts
Like the moss on the stone
Like the moss on the stone, oh, yes, yes, yes

Love is a whirlwind
Of original purity
Even the fierce animal
Whispers its sweet trill
It stops the pilgrims
It frees the prisoners
Love with its care
Turns the old into a child
And only affection
Makes the bad pure and sincere

It gets tangled, tangled
Like ivy on the wall
And it sprouts, sprouts
Like the moss on the stone
Like the moss on the stone, oh, yes, yes, yes

Wide open at the window
It opened as if by magic
Love entered with its mantle
Like a warm morning
To the sound of its beautiful Diana
It made the jasmine bloom
Flying like a seraphim
It put earrings on the sky
And my years into seventeen
The cherub transformed them

It gets tangled, tangled
Like ivy on the wall
And it sprouts, sprouts
Like the moss on the stone
Like the moss on the stone, oh, yes, yes, yes

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