There is so much joy in their faint smile That to see them live, I am afraid for them In their unconscious, it is their insolence that speaks for them In their innocence, they have the indecency of people too fearful To watch them live is to open a book where everything would be blue It is a legend that would make an offering of its life for them By looking at them in such a great love, I have a heart that weeps sadly to God My thought is equal by a simple look, because I have known this love as In their unconscious, even in silence, a dream vanishes In their innocence, they revive the dance of a happiness that has fled To watch them live is to relive days of delirium It is a legend that would make an offering of a happiness too great By looking at them in such a great love, I have a heart that weeps sadly to God My thought is equal by a simple look, because I have known this love as *