Septiembre

Don't look at me like that, something could change, I could survive.
I've sung this song, in that beautiful place.
I could die in peace, just by sitting and watching,
how your eyes shine when sad September falls,
and as the sun gets closer, the gray days
seem to arrive. I'll hold on, it's just about waiting,
every song is just another
invitation to cross our paths again.
I don't know where you are, your name or your
age, you appeared and stole everything I needed to dream.
Between glances that our souls dreamed,
maybe it will also be hard to wait.
In your eyes, I find
a sad song, the one you never wanted to hear.
Sooner or later, we'll meet again
and I won't have to dream of your September eyes shining.