Footprints
Symptoms of love, the illusion was born that's how I met you
I fell in love with you
I lived in solitude, I didn't know the other way of loving
Love story
The illusion was born
And the first kiss arrived
And the caresses, your smile, the poetry, and the breeze
There were no words, our gazes spoke
It was the most beautiful and sublime of love
And it passed and passed
And your belly throbbed and passed and passed
And our love has already blossomed
Life has sorrows that fade with time
And when they leave us fruits
The footprints never burn
And I will love you even if you're not here
Even if life breaks me, even if my days end
Begging in body and soul
Begging on my knees to see you again
Love story, the question
