When spring comes.

The red rose of your nice lips
will give colors to my spring
and in my life you will continue being
that dew that slowly drips
watering in the garden everything .

My spring has to be tender
and your aromas I will smell
while I listen to a joyous bell
of the cheerful birds of the forest
that will make me love you more and more.

The flowery rose bushes of your face
will be present every day
and will have the greenery of may
under the moon or under the sun,
even when that time is far away.

You will be my true spring
because I'm always going to sing
beautiful songs in your name
vibrating my guitar on every string.