Sueña
Trémolo
Dream
I can’t look into her eyes
can’t follow her scent either
can’t hear her voice
Love, come back to me
I met her on an April afternoon
on a trip to Paris
she watered my soul like a garden
how could I imagine I was dying
I never loved so much and she was leaving
She looked at me in her pupils
I thought I wouldn’t find
the woman who would be by my side
She talked to me about a disease
that she called leukemia
I told her you’ll live, you’ll be with me
She took a drink and drowned this cry
I never loved so much but she’s gone
Dream, piece of the Moon, that time
doesn’t exist here, just
Dream, piece of the Moon, that time
it doesn’t exist and it never will here...
(repeat)
It doesn’t exist heeeere.... (repeat)