The moon is dipping in the sun,
without waiting for luck,
she knows that while waiting she falls asleep
and she worries about the time.
Essence makes you be who you are,
of pieces of morning and nights,
of real hugs
and forbidden kisses
The rain makes the forest happy,
good and evil live.
Every time I haven't complained about a hit
they have stayed inside.
You also don't have to understand everything,
if we don't understand right and wrong choices
it makes it a little bit more lovely.
Because no one is born ready
for being young,
or for getting old.
We come and we go,
if we make it easier we won't get hurt as easily.
A cool return,
that endures the impact.
We will never get tired
of loving while avoiding nettles,
of singing you laralai.
You can breathe like the afternoons breathe,
you can love like the trees love,
without anyone else seeing,
without needing anything in return,
that thing that shines on the inside
that makes you,
that makes me.
We're the tears of the pure moments,
they dry and they make us open our eyes.
There's a sentiment that stays hanging,
it wants to stay inert in the wind,
it learns from the scabs it gets
in this silver horizon.
It has cried like me
and when it laughs, it laughs truthfully.
When it stops thinking in the future
and when it doesn't carry the past.
Because no one is born ready
for being young,
or for getting old.
We come and we go,
if we make it easier we won't get hurt as easily.
A cool return,
that endures the impact.
We will never get tired
of loving while avoiding nettles,
of singing you laralai.