Belanova barco de papel

I close my eyes
To be with him
I send him my dreams, in a paper boat
That submerges in the ocean
That gives a direct torrent to the heart
And he returns to me, floating on a song
Where his skin forms the verses
And he returns to me, wrapped in a dawn
That I woke up in a I love you
The wind blows and he talks to me about you
In that language that makes me smile
And transports me to the place
Where my dreams become true
And he comes back to me, floating on a song
Where his skin forms the verses
And he returns to me, wrapped in a dawn
That I woke up in a I love you