Los Días
Cinco de Enero
The Days
The song of the sea,
On a gray day,
Will accompany me
Far away from here.
I will rebuild my ruins,
From the net of my life,
If I get lost again.
The days go by
Like the rain,
In autumn they will return,
To flood the memory.
I'm not going to cry,
I'm not going to forget,
Never.
In the storm
I believe to discover
The opportunity
To be happy.
I will rebuild my ruins,
From the net of my life,
If I get lost again.
The days go by
Like the rain,
In autumn they will return,
To flood the memory.
I'm not going to cry,
I'm not going to forget,
Never.
