Dance,
Your hands are the dance.
You and I,
Synchronized like nobody.
You have
An angel that guides,
Your soul and mine,
The rage of the sun.
And its because at the end of the path,
Between your body and mine,
Your shining eyes, seem asleep.
Your feet are the sand and the wave is me.
Your sacred movement takes me with you,
If I wait for you sitting something of mine dies
And no, its not only love.
I have to feel the heat and the air
That emanates in your waist.
We will learn to dance in braille.
We will learn to dance in braille
And that the moon sees us..
We will escape, what does it matter to anyone.
Because you are dance,
We are only dance.
You and I,
Hypnotized like nobody.
You can feel the energy,
Drink my happiness,
Dance to love.
And its because at the end of the path,
Between your body and mine,
Your shining eyes, seem asleep.
Your feet are the sand and the wave is me.
Your sacred movement takes me with you,
If I wait for you sitting something of mine dies
And no, its not only love.
I have to feel the heat and the air
That emanates in your waist.
We will learn to dance in braille.
We will learn to dance in braille
And that the moon sees us..
We will escape, what does it matter to anyone.
We will learn to dream, escape, breathe in braille.
We will learn to play, invent, to feel in braille.
We will learn to live, walk, to dance in braille.