Valentina

The night never ends with Valentina,
it's the girl anyone would dream of.
But if she’s the real Valentina,
all of Argentina stands up.

It’s hard to finish things,
it’s also hard to start,
but with Valentina we wanted to finish them all,
one by one first and then everything else.

It was five in the morning,
and my daring warrior spirit
knew nothing of places or times,
and with the bear, we went to find the honey.

Six o'clock came, then seven, then eight,
nine, ten, and eleven in the morning.
I don’t know what Sabina did,
but there was only one Valentina,
she’s the map of Argentina made woman.

The hours of lost sleep take their toll,
but the hardest is the dictatorship of beauty.
I had to ask a friend
to come with me to check her out a bit,
so someone would believe me about Valentina.

What a piece of work,
all of Argentina stands up.
What a piece of work,
all of Argentina stands up.
What a piece of work,
all of Argentina stands up.
What a piece of work,
all of Argentina stands up.
Valentina, I carry you like a thorn...