Años

Time passes,
we are getting old
and love doesn't reflect it, like yesterday.
In every conversation,
every kiss, every hug,
a piece of reason always prevails.

Years go by,
and how what I feel changes;
what was love yesterday
is becoming another feeling.
Because years ago
taking your hand, stealing a kiss,
without forcing a moment
were part of a truth.

Time passes,
we are getting old
and love doesn't reflect it, like yesterday.
In every conversation,
every kiss, every hug,
a piece of fear always prevails.

We keep living,
watching the hours, that are dying,
the old arguments are getting lost
among the reasons.
You say yes to everything,
I say no to nothing,
to be able to build the tremendous harmony,
that ages the hearts.

Time passes,
we are getting old
and love doesn't reflect it, like yesterday.
In every conversation,
every kiss, every hug,
a piece of reason always prevails.