Cuando encuentro a alguien como tú,
suelo imaginar como sería si...
que pasaría si...
Me gustaría despertarme con legañas en los ojos y tu mano agarrando con fuerza la mía.Oler a ti.Verte a mi lado
Y respirar hondo
y volver a dormirme
Desde entonces cuento las horas para que lleguen los viernes porque,como dice la canción,friday i'm in love.
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home
And I built a home
Until it disappeared
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me