Ni el Clavel, Ni la Rosa
Leonardo Favio
Neither the Carnation, Nor the Rose
Sometimes I feel that my soul is in shadows
Then I lean in, kiss you, and there is light
And lovely, very tender words come out of me
I smile and tell myself: This is love
I remember one afternoon I discovered that your hair
Smelled like the flower of a lemon tree
Digging into your gaze, I knew there was heaven
And my mouth silently murmured a song
Aah, la-la-la
This is love
This is love
Hmmm hmmm
This is love
And I sang to the miracle of knowing you love me
And I shouted to people that the Sun resembles you
And that nothing matters to me, neither the carnation nor the rose
And that spring passes without me seeing it
Because you encompass everything, even the pleasure I ignore
And the air I breathe does not bring me relief
If I don't feel the breath of your mouth on mine
And if I see a child while I wait smoking
I tell him he is very cute and in his laughter I see you
Aah, la-la-la
This is love
This is love
This is love
And I sang to the miracle of knowing you love me
And I shouted to people that the Sun resembles you
And that nothing matters to me, neither the carnation nor the rose
And that spring passes without me seeing it
Because you encompass everything, even the pleasure I ignore
And the air I breathe does not bring me relief
If I don't feel the breath of your mouth on mine
And if I see a child while I wait smoking
I tell him he is very cute and in his laughter I see you
Aah, la-la-la
This is love
Yes, yes, this is love, hmmm
La-la-la-la
