I Call You
Andah Alaek (I Call You)
I call you, with love, come to me... I long for you.
My years will become sweeter.
I care about you... more than my being.
The two of us are living our love, in the sweetest years.
They see us everywhere.
They meet us, we the two lovers.
If they see me, one day, alone... they will say we have quarrelled.
How can we quarrel, my love?
Alright, if I quarrel with you.. to whom shall I talk?
It seems that if we go around
The world will come back.
Live!... We see and hope!
We will not encounter a love like ours,
A love that has enlightened our nights.
It seems that you and I are in another world,
a world full of candles and songs.
Your time is my time... the day that you called me my lover came to you.
It seems to me that if there was a separation
that they talk about that is something we have never encountered nor felt.
My live, Oh! My love...
The most beautiful times, happiness, pleasure and security is found with you.
Sun and warmth...A moon and compassion from which love springs every time.
We are both living the best years of our love.
They see us everywhere.
They meet us, we the two lovers.
If they see me, one day, alone... they will say we have quarrelled.
How can we quarrel, my love?
Alright, if I quarrel with you.. to whom shall I talk?
Andah Alaek (I Call You)
I call you, with love, come to me... I long for you.
My years will become sweeter.
I care about you... more than my being.
The two of us are living our love, in the sweetest years.
They see us everywhere.
They meet us, we the two lovers.
If they see me, one day, alone... they will say we have quarrelled.
How can we quarrel, my love?
Alright, if I quarrel with you.. to whom shall I talk?
It seems that if we go around
The world will come back.
Live!... We see and hope!
We will not encounter a love like ours,
A love that has enlightened our nights.
It seems that you and I are in another world,
a world full of candles and songs.
Your time is my time... the day that you called me my lover came to you.
It seems to me that if there was a separation
that they talk about that is something we have never encountered nor felt.
My live, Oh! My love...
The most beautiful times, happiness, pleasure and security is found with you.
Sun and warmth...A moon and compassion from which love springs every time.
We are both living the best years of our love.
They see us everywhere.
They meet us, we the two lovers.
If they see me, one day, alone... they will say we have quarrelled.
How can we quarrel, my love?
Alright, if I quarrel with you.. to whom shall I talk?