Idioma Origen:
Your music, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument.
In the silence of your steps, I can see into the depths.
Messenger of sympathies, my heart beats loud in exstacy.
When your shadow falls on me, a sillouette; reality.
And I chase every night after you.
And I chase after you.
Of all your loaded mysteries, the color of your sympathies,
my words cannot express your awful loveliness.
So come with me through smoke and mirrors.
We´ll bring our differences nearer.
We´ll float upon an inland sea.
Embody visions of a dream.
And I chase every night after you.
I got a chill, and the night wind sent me a chill.
And the night wind sent me a chill.
You wander through my sleeping mind, reading thoughts I´ve left behind.
I always know when you´ve been there.
Tangles of perfume fill my hair.
Your music, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument.
In the silence of your steps, I can see into the depths.
Idioma Destino:
Your music, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument.
In the silence of your steps, I can see into the depths.
Messenger of sympathies, my heart beats loud in exstacy.
When your shadow falls on me, a sillouette; reality.
And I chase every night after you.
And I chase after you.
Of all your loaded mysteries, the color of your sympathies,
my words cannot express your awful loveliness.
So come with me through smoke and mirrors.
We´ll bring our differences nearer.
We´ll float upon an inland sea.
Embody visions of a dream.
And I chase every night after you.
I got a chill, and the night wind sent me a chill.
And the night wind sent me a chill.
You wander through my sleeping mind, reading thoughts I´ve left behind.
I always know when you´ve been there.
Tangles of perfume fill my hair.
Your music, by the night wind sent, awakes my quiet instrument.
In the silence of your steps, I can see into the depths.