A lost glance and something to forget the days go by, looking at the sea.
Remembering one autumn that I have left behind in her eyes she reflects a sky that must wait.
She lost her whole life and there’s nothing left to fight for shut that book of dreams tightly because his end is near.
If you look inside and doubts make you think, don´t forget there’s still time to start all over again.
She´s still the first thing at night and day, I will be true to my dreams there are still many mouths to close.
You are still my lost desire at night and day, sometimes near sometimes so far searching in my dreams: peace and storm.
The good times that we have let escape the last thing left is a dream nothing else.
If you look inside and doubts make you think, don´t forget there’s still time to start all over again.
She´s still the first thing at night and day, I will be true to my dreams there are still many mouths to close.
You are still my lost desire at night and day, sometimes near sometimes so far searching in my dreams: peace and storm.
If you look inside and doubts make you think…
She´s still the first thing at night and day, I will be true to my dreams there are still many mouths to close.
You are still my lost desire at night and day, sometimes near sometimes so far searching in my dreams: peace and storm.
*TRADUCCIÓN LIBRE HECHA POR KEITH ANTHONY THOMSON, EXJUGADOR DEL REAL OVIEDO, DE LA PRIMERA VERSIÓN DE “ENTRE LA CALMA Y LA TEMPESTAD”.
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