Com’on don’t cry or I will have to drink all your tears
And they are too salty to my taste
And you know I prefer sweet things

All the sweet things you said and did I’ll never forget

Com’on keep trying love is all have you now
Com’on keep trying love is all you are now
What do exist in the other side
Better just to imagine

Our gardens and flowers are the real paradise

Com’on just close your eyes
Now I hold your hand
And we save our lives
With our sweet things