Hay Cosas
Daniel, Me Estás Matando
There are Things
The most obvious and beautiful things
Deserve not to be spoken
Just as the wind falls silent
Seeing the flowers bloom
The most tender and sweet eyes
Recite with every glance
Yours are filled with lights
That shine in my early mornings
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are orange-colored afternoons
Perfume of distant letters
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are jewels you have kept
Stars that light up your face
The most tender and sweet eyes
Recite with every glance
Yours are filled with lights
That shine in my early mornings
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are orange-colored afternoons
Perfume of distant letters
There are things, my love, so sacred
That I only dare to sing them
They are jewels you have kept
Stars that light up your face
