Se Demora

This situation devours me
so much incomprehension deplores me
each violent imposition heats me up
that always postpones my thirsty illusion

There's no language for the truth
there's no scent like friendship
What dove flies over my city
and appears so my age believes it

The path to heaven takes time
the day of my flight takes time
and I get impatient
and dream in the wind

The singing bird takes time
to find true love takes time
takes time
takes time
but I won't forget there's dawn.

It devours me, it deplores me
it heats me up, it takes time
but there's dawn
but there's.