Días Azules
Ivan Ferreiro
Blue Days
Sometimes I believe I see, see how you will come will come behind
Me wrapped in music, flying in a breeze
Of dreaming trumpets, floating over the sea
In my head, singing, dancing and shouting that
You will never leave me.
The nights slip away, the sea behind you this time
It's really written on a cursive page of
A rhymeless wooden prose, engraved in my memory
All in stone, shining, calling, wrapped in
A special music.
Where are the days and that blue from a place where
You are, that if chance keeps pushing us to the
End, there will only be coincidence, coincidence, will
Reach us, will save us, and kill us.
Sometimes I believe I see, see how you will come crashing
Against me.
From the shadows of your heart I will pretend that it has been
Me, that no, that if in the end it keeps pushing us without
Wanting that blue will not return, that blue will reach
Us, that blue will save us, that blue... will
Reach us, that blue... will kill us.
