Joan Queralt reflections

Reflections in a glass of wine.
Time seems to stop
when I close my eyes and I truly know
what I've found in there.
Swimming in this ocean dark,
my skin seems to disappear
while these shadows are dàncing
at high tide in this blue moon.
Reflections we won't forget,
reflections we'll never see.
Reflections we'll never see
away from this dream.
Looking at this mirror lake,
the background stares at this fairy tale
that I used to dream when I was a child.
Lying in front of the moon,
the mountains are hiding
but tonight the stars are reflectint
a shape we won't forget.
Reflections we won't forget,
reflections we'll never see.
Reflections we'll never see
away from this dream.
Reflections we won't forget,
reflections we'll never see
away from this dream