La Mañana
Los Huayra
The Morning
The morning comes again
And a tremor lives in my chest
Today could be the premiere
Of my life, of my love
Without a past, the story is born
From scratch, the clock beats
Today the glory is discovered
Of my life, of my love
Because I want to see you again
Exile myself from this pain
Give you my hand and tell you
That I can't live without your love
Let me get lost in your hair
And burn in the fire of your sun
Let me be able to tell you
With a kiss my song
Let the rain leave your face
Let your eyes go to the sun
Let me be able to be inside
Of your life, my heart
The morning comes again
And again the clock beats
Today could be the premiere
Of my life, of my love
