Viendo al sol broncearte
desearía ser solo
la brisa que te alivie
ese mar que te enloquece.
La dama, la bella dama
hasta al mar lo calla…
arrullando con susurros
la caracola canta
los cielos de colores llenos
dejan pasar la luz
y tu, solo descansas.
Momento de tranquilidad
donde se libera el alma.
Ella corre y corre
queriendo alcanzar un sueño
para mantener el corazón
en calma.
Cuando sea la hora
ese corazón
volver no querrá
latira por latir
sin romper los silencios
es que ya probó ser libre
enredada complementando
a otro… su sueño.
Watching the sun tan your skin
I wish I were only the breeze
that brings you relief
or the sea that drives you wild.
The lady—the beautiful lady— brings even the sea to silence… lulling it with whispers
while the seashell sings.
The skies, filled with color
let the light filter through
and you—you simply rest.
A moment of tranquility
where the soul is set free.
She runs, on and on
seeking to reach a dream
to keep her heart at peace.
When the time finally comes
that heart will not wish to return
it will beat for the sake of beating, without breaking the silence
for it has tasted what it means
to be free, entwined
completing another… its own dream.