The world is a little less better
since I met you.
Cause the birds sing a little less tuned
since I heard you.
And the sea seems a little less deep
with your blue eyes staring at me.
And the world is a little less better
since I met you.

All the stars shine a little less bright,
since I picture your smile in the sky,
and the rye is not often so precious,
since the gold of your hair is my treasure.

I admit it, but the time feels a little more longer,
and the world seems a little more shorter,
since a minute in your arms is a lifetime
and a second without you a time trap.
Cause the world is a little less better
since I met you.