Háblame a Los Ojos

I want to tell you,
I want to tell you that my goodbye
I want to tell you that my goodbye wasn't to escape the mess.

I want you to understand,
I want you to understand that there must be
I want you to understand that there must be a pair to be two...
and play...

And I'm not afraid of the time that goes by, no
I know that dream and reality look alike, I could swear it.

It's the moment,
it's the moment to know,
it's the moment to know how to listen, if there's someone else.

Never did the rain tell the ice about warmth, no
that's why I never complain about its love
Silent ardor.

Tell me, why can't you look at me
could it be our tongues are different
that you don't tell me the truth, is it because you don't look at me when you speak.

Much closer
almost by my side is chance
closer each time to you are, the sky and the sea.

And I'm not afraid of the time that goes by, no
never did the rain tell the ice about warmth. Silent ardor.