We met. Two lost souls In the same side of the river I looked to the reflection of the water I saw the blue sky The white clouds And my pretty face on the truthful mirror... Then I saw your face Oh...how pure was that skin Your blue eyes An angel fell from the highest sky?! Oh I'm in love with you Not because you were sophistically beautiful or imagenary true. It was the charmness of your brighten eyes The hidden hurt you behold I was chosen to carry it away A mission from the lord to make you feel delighted again