Los sueños

I had a dream last night, a little dream of my soul,
I dreamt of my loves that I had in my arms...

Dreams that cling in the morning and don't go away
Are dawn butterflies that will cling to the soul.
Where flesh doesn't fly and where bone isn't there,
If you wake up tomorrow, your dreams will turn to dust.

A dream, a dream,
One more dream clings to the soul and doesn't go away.
A dream, a dream,
One more dream clings to the soul and doesn't go away.

Dreams that cling in the morning and don't go away
Die clinging to the soul as if wanting to suckle.
They sip the laughter of the soul, from your palm, from your calm,
Carrying your childlike eyes drawn on their wings.

A dream, a dream,
One more dream clings to the soul and doesn't go away.
A dream, a dream,
One more dream clings to the soul and doesn't go away.