Para Mi Corazón Basta Tu Pecho

Your chest is enough for my heart,
my wings are enough for your freedom.
From my mouth will reach the sky
what was asleep on your soul.

In you lies the illusion of each day.
You arrive like dew on the petals.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally fleeing like the wave.

I said you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them, you are tall and taciturn.
And you suddenly sadden, like a journey.

As welcoming as an old road.
You are filled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I woke up and sometimes migrate and flee
birds that slept in your soul.