The smell of my mother...
What can I say about that?
Her perfume is my medicine
My medicine for every path in my heart.
She soothes every pain, every wound
And leads me to happiness with no doubt.
You heal the sorrows
And make me full of power
By one touch of yours on my shoulder.
My beloved woman
Thank you so much
For making me the soul which everyone would want to have.
Your perfume is my medicine for every path in my heart.
Obrigado pela leitura!