J'aime
Salvatore Adamo
I love
I love when the wind teases us
When it plays in your hair
When you become a ballerina
To follow it with ungraceful steps
I love when you come back delighted
To throw yourself into my arms
When you become a little girl
To sit on my lap
I love the calm twilight
When it settles in stealthily
But I love to hope credulously
That it would ignite for us
I love your reassuring hand
When I get lost in the dark
And your voice whispers
From the source of hope
I love when your mist-colored eyes
Make me a coat of softness
And like on a feather pillow
My forehead rests on your heart
