What do you want, my joy?
Immeasurable happiness, calm sea,
And silence at the bottom of the surf I see,
To be silent without concealing anything.
What do you want, my darling?
A bit of salvation and understanding,
And that the joys of the meeting were replaced by goodbyes,
Softening parting with the gentle smiles.
What do you want, my dear?
Love and freedom, a little madness,
Empty space for personal conceptions,
And that there is one for whom I am.
What do you want, my beloved?
That we never rude to anyone,
And our love would have been given strength, in return ...
By contemplating it and keeping it over again.
