Será

And I stayed dreaming
With the illusion on my back
With hope kept
In the torn pocket of my pants
In the bottomless trunk of my disappointments

Lulled in time, obsessed with seeing you
My eyes reddened, my mind withered

It will be, that the moon was not yet full
It will be, that time diminished our desires
It will be, it will be, it will be, it will be the moon
It will be, it will be, it will be, it will be the desires, it will be

And I stayed in suspense, with a brief story
In the lowest levels of my heartbeats
Among the implausible of my frustrations...

Lulled in time, umm obsessed with seeing you
My eyes reddened, my mind withered