Sitting to look while the sun goes down
Listening to something that even you don't know
And the rhythm of the world beats inside you
While you are looking for something that maybe doesn't exist
And you stay so enchanted to follow
The reflections that the sun doesn't let to die
And you are listening to the images inside you
While you listen to the music getting born within you
And it will be another time for her
A new song for her
A love story for her
She, who sleeps and doesn't know you are there
She, who maybe will never listen to you
And when you notice that the night is already there
That something will finish or will start like this
The chills, the chills that you feel rising
Are those that still you don't understand
And you stay so dazed to look
Some thing that maybe you will never meet
And you forget that the wind takes you with it
While you listen to the music getting born within you
And it will be another time for her
A new song for her
A love story for her
She, who sleeps and doesn't know you are there
She, who maybe will never listen to you