Hablar de Ti

Climbing the hill, the cold took over my attitude and my expression
Crossing my arms against my chest in the night like a sick child
The wind messed up your health and a dog barked at us
And all the boats with their light illuminated your hair

I just want
You to remember that
I was a passenger
There in your dreams
I was a passenger

Because talking about you is to banish myself to the landscapes I remember
Like trying to find the key to your voice in the domains of a secret
I'm feeling sorry for this song that was just a memory
Anyway, I liked wandering around the cemetery

I talk to you about that
I talk to you about that
I talk to you for that
I was a passenger
There in your dreams