May you always be my beloved
May I always be your beloved
! O my lady! Were it up to me, I would have invented a year special to you
You can style its days or lean back on its weeks the way you like
You can be under its sun, or dance and run on its months bed of sand
In my special way and rejecting all the classical expressions that men keep saying for women
I wish you a happy new year
We will not buy a tree this year
You will be my tree
And I will hang on you all my wishes, my prayers and the lamps of shinning tears