El Risc D'ara

If she removes the hair from her face
And luckily I can see her eyes again, I couldn't avoid
The burn of those who look directly at the light

Happiness is elusive and bitter
Even though it seems close
I wouldn't want to tell her I like her
Risking the moment now turns to smoke

If it's not love that fills my chest with butterflies
If it's my life and I let it slip away now that I have it in front of me

It could last a few years, just minutes, or three weeks
But in the next second, maybe my future is at stake
If it's not love that fills my chest with butterflies

If it's my life and I let it slip away now that I have it in front of me
I wouldn't want to fall into the trap, I have to let time pass
I wouldn't want to fall again, I wouldn't want to fall
I wouldn't want

But
Happiness is fleeting and ends, no matter how tightly you clench your fist
I would relive it one thousand times before the moment, now, turns to smoke