SE PUEDE

Clementine illuminates
The little street in her path
The flowers in her hair
Smell just like in the countryside

Crossing the whole town
She walks looking at the puddles
Among the dangerous stones
Balancing on her heels

As if it were made of tin
The moon among the pebbles
Shines in front of her
The little street turning

In one of those corners
Juan awaits her with a bouquet
Of little blue flowers
That smell like in the countryside

Oh, how difficult it seems
Sometimes to keep dreaming
Of a little white house
With the sun in the courtyard

Both came from afar
And left so many things behind
To try to make that dream
Come true through hard work

Clementine lights up
Like a lantern in the countryside
When she meets Juan
And he gives her his bouquet

She feels like touching the sky
When their hands touch
Among the blue flowers
That smell like in the countryside
And then she knows why
It is possible to keep dreaming
It is possible, it is possible
It is possible, it must
It must, it must
It must, it is possible