I don't want to be the air that messes your hair
neither to send my words to get lost in the wind,
nor offering you the moon like fools do.
I just want to see you and loving you in silence.
I don't want to be rain neither to soak you with dreams,
nor living of things that are way long gone.
I don't pretend to be anything beyond the skies.
I just want to be yours and give myself fully to you.
I don't want to be a cloud of any firmament
neither to hide from anything like any secret.
I don't like this bed that kills me inside.
I just want to see you and to say that I love you
And to say... and to say that I love you,
and to say... and to say that I love you,
and to say... and to say that I love you,
and to say... and to say that I love you.
I don't want to be fire or ashes of a dream
of this love that occupies the hundred percent of my time,
that floods this house and soaks me of memories,
that crosses its arms and remains so steady.