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