Algunas veces,
os miro, y os quiero,
me produce ternura veros.
A veces salgo un poco de mí,
me da tanta ternura,
ver vuestra lucha.
Tanto lucha,
sueños,
ajenos,
Y os veo,
os escucho,
en mi penumbra.
Tantos sueños, tanta lucha,
corazones, que sienten, que sufren,
que buscan triunfar en sus sueños en el mundo.
Tantas almas, luchando,
sobreviviendo,
tantos.
Almas,
Corazones,
y a veces os siento,
aunque seamos lejanos.
En esos momentos íntimos,
me produce ternura, tantos sueños,
sueños de gloria, o solo de poder sobrevivir.
Extrañas que nunca conoceré,
sueños en corazones que laten lejos.
Delicadas historias en esos corazones lejanos,
mientras a veces me dejo mecer por esas voces lejanas.
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Sometimes,
I look at you, and I love you,
it makes me tender to see you.
Sometimes I get a little bit out of myself,
it gives me so much tenderness,
to see your struggle.
So much struggle,
dreams,
dreams,
And I see you,
I hear you,
in my twilight.
So many dreams, so much struggle,
hearts, that feel, that suffer,
who seek to triumph in their dreams in the world.
So many souls, struggling,
surviving,
so many.
Souls,
Hearts,
and sometimes I feel you,
even though we are far away.
In those intimate moments,
I feel tenderness, so many dreams,
dreams of glory, or just of being able to survive.
Strangers I will never meet,
dreams in hearts that beat far away.
Delicate stories in those faraway hearts,
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Dedicado a
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