Under the sky, of a city called Paris Sitting on a wooden bench, worn by time Two voices in golden hair Were weaving destinies, destinies of love In their fiery gazes They swayed on threads without destiny But in their gaze, there was only goodbye Matchmaker of other people's promises She embroidered love in our hearts With her smile she ignited my passions But she never kept her love She embroidered footprints on other people's paths Uniting lost destinies And in her light walk, the shooting star disappeared Leaving my love as a witness to her passion The night was covered with the trembling on my lips When her voice spoke another name, uniting love She whispered sweetly, not thinking that I loved her There's someone waiting for you, someone who yearns for you And I wanted to tell her, I wanted to shout to her That the heartbeat in the sky The star that shone The shadows of the Moon In my silence I wanted to tell heree, that it was me She saw so many hands clasped and eyes closing She saw letters exchanged full of love But she never saw that there was a soul that spoke to her Of feeling Of love Celestine of silent nights Witness to stories that never falls in love That she no longer remembers That on that night Her love was me