Es Ella

Look at her, my love, finally it's her,
Nine moons of love and waiting,
She is part of your blood and my essence,
She looks at us smiling
And we are her angel's puppets,
Look at her, my love, how she's growing,
Today she's already a blooming flower, who would have thought,
She is the peak of love, she is the purest beauty
On the planet, my little one.

She is a princess
And look at her, my love, how beautiful.
It's her, so tender,
Angelical poetry of purity
She is a princess,
And look at her, my love, what a star,
It's her, only her,
Life with the scent of spring.

She paints tenderness all over the sky
With the simple illusion of innocence
She is a bit of both with her own wings,
She takes us in her flight,
And we are everything she wants
She is a princess
And look at her, my love, how beautiful,
It's her, so tender,
Angelical poetry of purity
She is a princess
And look at her, my love, what a star,
It's her, only her,
Life with the scent of spring