Even with all the forgotten things between us
Until the erasing of the old colored lace, I love you
In the names written on the floor
In the scratches of glass on the stone
It happens in the mornings
That I don't see your path
It happens on the paths I walk alone
I blow the clouds that hide
The guiding stars
But no Don't let me sail
If you no longer believe in the charm of this sea
If our mornings were lost in the streets without gardens
It decorated our house
With the rose of the most beautiful color
Found in the mountains of Jabitacá
When nothing goes further
And it happens to be you on my path
But my love
Even with all the hidden things
Until the early morning sun sets
And the signs shot along the road
It happens in the mornings
That I don't see your way
It happens on the paths I walk alone
I blow the clouds that hide
The guiding stars