One night to pass,
while too many already have,
I'm confessing to my pillow
that no one makes me cry.
When the stars arrive,
I fear that my good judgment
will underestimate my habit
of wanting to see you again.
And once my head falls asleep,
my heart will take control.
I'll dream that you wake me up,
that your bet is still alive for both of us.
My heart beats so hard
that the sound of my voice
can't be heard when, screaming,
it begs for me to grow older.
That's why I die every night,
then, I find a ray of sunlight.
My dreams stay on my bed
and I get out.
When I close my eyes,
my heart shrinks in my chest.
What lasts an eye's blink
is already a picture of both of us.
Even though our story
is what it could never be,
in some of my dreams,
being brave is your role.
And once my head falls asleep,
my heart will take control.
I'll dream that you wake me up,
that your bet is still alive for both of us.
My heart beats so hard
that the sound of my voice
can't be heard when, screaming,
it begs for me to grow older.
That's why I die every night,
then, I find a ray of sunlight.
My dreams stay on my bed
and I get out.
Sometimes, when I speak of my life,
I end up crying.
I suppose that's how I start
to say what I want to really say.
My heart beats so hard
that the sound of my voice
can't be heard when, screaming,
it begs for me to grow older.
Till eternity, my companion
our story is over,
till eternity, my friend
there's no more place for two.
That's why I die every night
and the mornings make me live.
Thus, during the day, I carry my years,
while during the night,
my fast years come to me.