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If spring comes to your window
speaking of love, don't open the window
Don't be a window watcher, don't be a window watcher
Spring alters the blood
and I give you my hand and you take my arm
I am one who follows old sayings
I am a bird in hand worth two in the bush
If spring comes to your window
don't open the window
if it speaks of the night, of magic and stars
oh, in this bed so cold, so cold that ice is warmth
searching among my white sheets for a perfume, a scent
oh, if the pillow could speak, it would harm your mind, my love
I can't conceive any dream, until dawn, my girl, until day, my love
I thought of writing you some love verses
but I took my pen, inspiration abandoned me
I thought of looking for you, among my memories, my love
but my mind weakens and I drown in sweat
so I will keep thinking, what could have been for us
if you loved me as I love you, girl
what could have become of us, my love
if spring comes to your window.
Shadows of half-light
that have followed your steps through the alley
it's spring, full of new leaves
it's not worth talking about its charm, it's not worth it
shadows of half-light, flying like a vulture
over the carrion lying in the field
its disguise is that of a saint, it's not worth it
talking about its charm is not worth it.
She talks to you alone behind my back
supposedly she says she's very loyal
she paints a world full of fantasy
and then she takes an eraser and erases it, oh my life
You'll see she has extensive studies in her words
although her plans always revolve around the same thing
she promises, affirms her propositions
you'll see the sky of a different color
you'll see the sky of a different color.
I want time to stop
that's my punishment
that the hands of my little clock
disappear when I'm with you
if spring comes to your window...