Cruz Del Tiempo
Los Amantes De Lola
Time's Cross
Late,
It became late for me to return.
Time became long for me,
That doesn't end, that doesn't finish.
Every light, could be, a new sensation.
Every time, I breathe, on the horizon and,
Hope is an illusion,
And lives in the substance of your dreams.
And breathing, this air makes me lighter.
Time's cross let me, return,
To the place where things are certain.
Time's cross let me, look,
At the threshold of things, that are not certain.
Venus approaches, with its cosmic vapor,
My fantasies unravel.
Caress me, enough for me,
The air I breathe is infinite,
Don't let go of me today time stopped,
And start, again, nothing is fleeting.
Time's cross let me, return,
To the threshold where things are certain.
Time's cross let me, look,
At the threshold of things, that are not certain.
