Balsera

From the shattered glass of my window
Every morning I search for the exact spot by the boardwalk
Where I lost my heart one strange dawn,
I lost my heart and my soul too.

And on the back of an old verse, I wish I could be with you
With no witnesses but a bunch of kisses soaked in rum
And a bolero for two, but together in Havana,
A bolero for two and the sea as our pillow.

Rafting of my love,
You left searching for the sun
And found a blackout
No moon in New York.

Between the green walls of my hope
A fleeting feeling always reaches my skin
And I imagine you coming back like a passing memory,
I imagine you coming back and holding me tight.

For you, I talk to the wind about my sorrows and your forgetfulness,
About what’s lost. Since then, every morning hurts
With the cold loneliness spinning around my house,
With the cold loneliness and the light so scarce.

Rafting of my love,
You left searching for the sun
And found a blackout
No moon in New York.

Rafting of my love,
You left searching for the sun
And found a blackout
No moon in New York.