[Title Translation:
"Birds of a feather"]
If you hear the voice in the night
Of loneliness and rumor
That the time has come
To be two... Here I am!
Take my hand, squeeze it well
Have my shoulder, lean on it
And wherever the journey leads us, I'll go
With you I'll go
And in your rest, I will be the repose
And in your path, I will be the walk
And I sent the sun to tell the breeze
To make known our stroll
It is not richer who has the most
But who needs thе least
And if you have someonе by your side
Rich you will be
One glance will do
One word will serve
To make my heart stand
Here it is!
And in your rest, I will be the repose
And in your path, I will be the walk
And I sent the sun to tell the breeze
To make known our stroll
If you hear the voice in the night
Of loneliness and rumor
That the time has come
To be two... Here I am!
And in your rest, I will be the repose
And in your path, I will be the walk
And I sent the sun to tell the breeze
To make known our stroll
And in your rest, I will be the repose
And in your path, I will be the walk
And I sent the sun to tell the breeze
To make known our stroll