I love you more than you think, more than
What I say and especially more than what
I show you why when you think about it, when you say it
And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom

Although you think that my love for you is little, or perhaps
You say I don't think of you, when I think of you twenty-four
Hours of the day, Even if you say that I love you little, in my
Singing I express to you how much I love you, and that you know well

I love you more than you think, more than
What I say and especially more than what
I show you why when you think about it, when you say it
And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom

Although you say that I don't show it to you, I write to you
Poems, and I send love songs, thinking of
You, shouting that I'm dying for you, for hugging you
Love you, and that your skin penetrates mine to always have you with me

I love you more than you think, more than
What I say and especially more than what
I show you why when you think about it, when you say it
And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom