To several hundred of kilometers
he/she can your voice to give me heat the same as a sun
and I sit down as a harmonic change
he/she goes composing a song in my interior
I know that to continue doesn't sound logical
but I don't forget your magic perfume
and this phone encounter
he/she has remembered that I am crazy for you
(chorus)
that everybody fits in the telephone
that there are not big distances for our love
that everything is perfect when I sit down you
so close although you are so far
To several hundred of kilometers
he/she has a secret that to tell you my pain
as soon as you hang the telephone
he/she will stay thinking my heart
(chorus)