PEACE AND STORM (066)

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.

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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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PART OF MY LIFE (030)

They stay behind, my dreams and illusions, still waiting in the station. It’s only a one-way trip without return, to heaven the lost train is going.

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Who has lost his life with nothing to loose? Toren off like thorns a thousand ways to go. Old stories and legends who are trying to thick me. Today are echo of words, who has got anything to say?

She’s part of my life, of my body, of my skin. I remember her childhood that she could not see. She’s my other soul from then until now, memories of exile she’s taken from her childhood.

How can I express my love for you with my heart beating so hard? How can I out all my sentiment of life she’s waiting at the next station? Twenty-seven years admiring and leaving, a cold winter. Feeling that I have not got her and she’s gone, forever.

Where do you think she is? In my dreams I still hear her voice and. What did she think when leaving? In my heart she will never die.

Where do you think she is? In my dreams I still hear her voice and. What did she think when leaving? In my heart she will never die.

Not in my soul or my heart…

She’s part of my life, of my body, of my skin. I remember her childhood that she could not see. She’s my other soul from then until now, memories of exile she’s taken from her childhood.

She’s part of my life, of my body, of my skin. I remember her childhood that she could not see. She’s my other soul from then until now, memories of exile she’s taken from her childhood.

It’s only a one-way trip without return…

Where do you think she is? In my dreams I still hear her voice and. What did she think when leaving? In my heart she will never die.

Not in my soul or my heart…

*TRADUCCIÓN LIBRE HECHA POR KEITH ANTHONY THOMSON, EXJUGADOR DEL REAL OVIEDO, DE LA PRIMERA VERSIÓN DE “MI ALMA A TUS PIES”.

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