Innocent In Love

It is the story of a love, of two innocent children
They were only eighteen years old, but they felt
They loved, and without knowing it they looked at each other and gave each other things
That made them feel something nice inside them

They played and smiled, being together they got excited and
They trembled and stuttered when they spoke, they did not understand what
They passed each other, touched hands and put on
Red with sorrow, but they did not understand why?

It is the story of a love, of two innocent children
They were only eighteen years old, but they felt
They loved, and without knowing it they looked at each other and gave each other things
That made them feel something nice inside them

One day they heard that being in love they felt
Butterflies in the stomach, and both talked about this and
They were afraid that butterflies would come out of their mouths, they said
That they felt that when they were together, and they both
They asked, where did the butterflies enter?

It is the story of a love, of two innocent children
They were only eighteen years old, but they felt
They loved, and without knowing it they looked at each other and gave each other things
That made them feel something nice inside them