Los Sueños
La Trampa
The Dreams
I had a dream last night, a little dream of my soul
I dreamed of my loves that I had in my arms
The dreams that cling to you in the morning and don't go away
They are butterflies of dawn that will attach themselves to the soul
Where the meat does not fly and where the bone is not
If you wake up tomorrow your dreams will turn to dust
A dream, a dream
Another dream takes hold of the soul and does not go away
A dream, a dream
Another dream takes hold of the soul and does not go away
The dreams that cling to you in the morning and don't go away
They die attached to the soul as if they wanted to suck
They drink the laughter from the soul, from your palm, from your calm
They carry your child's eyes drawn on their wings
A dream, a dream
Another dream takes hold of the soul and does not go away
A dream, a dream
Another dream takes hold of the soul and does not go away
