Lago de forma mía

I will find you in me
like a vase.
Lake of my shape,
more than a sigh is a cold fever
when returning.

Don't think anymore that your angel left.
Lake of my shape,
I plan to rescue you without thinking of me.
Or of people, people who come and go,
people who come, who come and go.

I don't know how to bend or how to fall.
Lake of my soul.
All things have been lost from his heart,
from his star...

You are looking from the water's side,
it feels good to look at life.
You are looking from the water's side,
it feels good to look at life...

Where a color goes I would like to know.
Lips of a prayer.
Under the rain whirlwinds are produced...