I don't have the words to say what I want of you;
and if one day I find them, I'll be able to let sing.

I'm a strange person,
always have said it to me...
and perhaps I love you too much,
but it doesn't depend on me.

I lowered of mountains to find you;
I left my house only by you.
When I can to say with words which I want of you;
when I can to do what I want to do with you
I'll be able to let exist.

It's not left a single continent to discover.
They aren't left rivers to explore,
nor buffalos to hunt.

For that reason we are strange people,
adventurous lost;
and for that reason we are love too much
but it doesn't depend on you.