La Magia Del Corazón

They say that the dream of every day,
Hides roses full of thorns,
It scratches your soul and gives you life,
It passes by, tiptoeing,
And in every corner, another sun ignites,
And the distance gets shorter between us...

Feel the magic of the heart,
Every heartbeat will be a color,
That paints the sky of your fantasies,
That wipes away the gray of your melancholy,
If you carry the magic of the heart inside...

Worn-out books, old shoes,
And those kisses that are eternal,
People are nothing, people without luck,
If I'm with you, it never dawns,
Damn clock, blessed passion that strips between the skin...

Feel the magic of the heart,
Every heartbeat will be a color,
That paints the sky of your fantasies,
That wipes away the gray of your melancholy,
If you carry the magic of the heart inside...

Destinies that cross chasms,
Hanging by a thread that some god moves...
The silences turn into wishes,
That change the course of every illusion...
Where the wind stops,
The echo of your kisses is born...

Feel the magic of the heart,
Every heartbeat will be a color,
That paints the sky of your fantasies,
That wipes away the gray of your melancholy,
If you carry the magic of the heart inside...