When I look into your innocent amber eyes,
I see the tranquil soul that's ready to fly;
through mountains, valley and glorious sky,
why, would you appear at this moment in my life?
Fresh morning dews rest on the shoulder of burgeoning grass,
like lovers reunited hungering for gentle caresses,
water ripples quietly with gentle ease,
spring is here, be still and feel the tingling breeze.
In this precious lifetime of boite de bijou,
you have taught me everything about unconditional love,
to cherish who I am for it is ok to feel vulnerable and indigo blue,
and voila, all these precious moments, my time with you.
Gustavo Santaolalla - De Ushuaia a la Quiaca