El Espejismo de Los Sentenciados
Leusemia
The Mirage of the Sentenced
Yesterday I dreamed
That you were breathing on my chest, yesterday I dreamed
That you were drawing a reason, a song for me on my shore
Upon waking up, I wanted to see the dream come true
To live the time we have left to walk
But when I looked at myself, you told me to forget
It was just a dream and nothing more, wake up
Once and for all.
