Ojalá

I hope the leaves don't touch your body when they fall
So that you can't turn them into glass
I hope the rain stops being a miracle that runs down your body
Hopefully the Moon can raise without you

May the earth not kiss your steps
I hope your constant gaze runs out
The precise word, the perfect smile
I hope something happens that will erase you suddenly
A blinding light, a shot of snow

I hope, at least, that death takes me
So as not to see you so much, so as not to see you always
In all the seconds, in all the visions
I hope I can't even touch you in songs

I hope that the dawn does not give screams that fall on my back
I hope your name is forgotten by that voice
I hope the walls don't hold your weary road noise
I hope the desire goes after you
To your old government of the dead and flowers

I hope your constant gaze runs out
The precise word, the perfect smile
I hope something happens that will erase you suddenly
A blinding light, a shot of snow

I hope, at least, that death takes me
So as not to see you so much, so as not to see you always
In all the seconds, in all the visions
I hope I can't even touch you in songs
I hope something happens that will erase you suddenly
A blinding light, a shot of snow

I hope, at least, that death takes me
So as not to see you so much, so as not to see you always
In all the seconds, in all the visions
I hope I can't even touch you in songs