Qué difícil es secar la fuente inagotable del amor.
Contar la historia de un momento de placer.
Reír alegre cuando siente el corazón un gran dolor.
Que bonito es que tras la lluvia del verano salga el sol,
Sentir la brisa dulce y suave de tu amor.
Que tu sonrisa me devuelva la ilusión que ayer perdí.
ESTRIBILLO:
Que grande es sentir mi corazón
Decir así, henchido de emoción
Poder oír tu dulce voz.
Besarte con pasión y acariciarte
Y no perder ni un solo instante
De ser para ti un gran amor.
Qué bonito es que estés conmigo
Cuando empieza a amanecer.
Poder contar las horas dulces de este amor,
Que ha conseguido día a día estremecer mi corazón.
(ESTRIBILLO)
Qué bonito es que estés conmigo
Cuando empieza a amanecer.
Poder contar las horas dulces de este amor,
Que he conseguido día a día estremecer mi corazón.
INGLÉS:
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be,
The sweet love story that is older than the sea,
The simple truth about the love she brings to me?
Where do I start?
With her first hello
She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine;
She came into my life and made the living fine.
She fills my heart.
ESTRIBILLO:
She fills my heart with very special things,
With angel songs, with wild imaginings,
She fills my soul with so much love,
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely with her along,
Who could be lonely?
I reach for her hand, it's always there.
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, But this much I can say;
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there.
(ESTRIBILLO)
How long does it last?
Can love be measured by the hours in a day?
I have no answers now, But this much I can say;
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there.