El Espejismo de Los Sentenciados
Leuzemia
The Mirage of the Sentenced
Yesterday I dreamed that you were breathing on my chest,
Yesterday I dreamed that you were drawing a reason on my shore,
A song for me
Upon waking up, I wanted to see the dream come true
To live the time we have left to walk...
But looking at me, you said, "Forget it, it was just a dream and nothing more, wake up once and for all."
