Dos Murciélagos

I don't write
I'm not a man
But in my mist
I know very well the immensity
They are my branches, my waters
My ancestors
And how happy the truth of this fleeting dream

I tell you
That I listen to you
When you speak to me
The distance is so great
That looking doesn't help
Just feeling the stars
And knowing that they move
And how happy the truth of this fleeting dream

Life
Like a chime
That lights up once again

Only in the song will you have
A mirror in vain
Open on a pink body
That surrenders to its destiny

In life you will always be
The heart of love
Until dawn
Just feeling the stars
And knowing that they move
And how happy the truth of this ideal world
And how happy the truth of this fleeting dream

I live asking you to fly higher
And the falcons await you
Right upon waking
There is no shelter anymore
No shadows, no suns
No time reached

And how happy the truth of this ideal world
How happy the truth of this fleeting dream
And how happy the truth of this ideal world
Happy, happy, happy, this fleeting dream

Life
Like a chime
That lights up once again