For my heart just your chest ...

For my heart just your chest ... 

For my heart just your chest 
for your freedom enough my wings. 
From my mouth will reach the sky 
what was sleeping on your soul. 

And in you the illusion of each day. 
I come to the serene to the corolla. 
Escavas the horizon with your absence 
Eternally in flight like the wave. 

I said I sang in the wind 
as pines and how the rods. 
As they are tall and taciturn. 
and entristeces promptly, as a journey. 

Welcoming as an old way. 
Te populates echoes and nostalgic voices. 
I awoke and sometimes migrate and flee 
birds sleeping in your soul.