I would like to grow old with you and be your lover, companion I will be your strength, your last breath, and to steal you from night in winter To be able to accompany your march, to comb your silver-colored hair And to dance under the sun, our old love songs To be able to accompany your sweet heart, while the years burn the dreams of the two And a warm dawn, to kiss in silence because dawn has no time I would like to grow old, happy, and be your laughter if you don't laugh And your courage if you feel defeated, and your faith if everything is lost To be able to accompany your slow walk, when we cheat happiness And we have understood the life we live because the soul resists time I would like to grow old on the outside and, girl, always be on the inside And be your strength, your last breath, and to steal you from night in winter Love I would like to grow old on the outside and, girl, always be on the inside And be your strength, your last breath, and to steal you from night in winter