my heart I show my city, am a single person, am contented to see your perfil.te I say.
Not because the destiny, insists on making suffer
to people who only look for the love.

A love that is sincere, that watches its defects
and its qualities. A love that is so small, stops
that with happening of the time he becomes greater,
A love that is as clean as the carita of an angel.

A love that watches beyond the distant thing,
A love that is reflected in the eyes, as that shining star, a love without resentments, as God loved its father.

Berbec