Los Dias

I feel like we're a garden at night
And there's no Moon
To show the sleeping flowers
And in the morning we wake up
All stuck between whirlwinds of kisses and calm
Waiting for spring
Until they start to be
Like you wanted the days, the days
The days, the days, the days

I feel like nothing
Can reach us anymore
Like we're on a very high mountain
And in the afternoon
Before the shine
We get tangled
Between whirlwinds of kisses and wind
That moves all the sand
Until they start to be
Like you wanted the days, the days
The days, the days, the days

And in the morning we wake up
All stuck between whirlwinds of kisses and calm