Vuela

(It’s gone)

When you want the soul to tiptoe
You put a muzzle on it so it won't ruin the party
And you don’t hear it screaming from behind

But at night when the eyes close
It goes where the breeze caresses your skin
It goes where the waves wet your feet
It wakes up by the fire in the coldest part of winter
And travels the whole world, getting tangled in your fingers
Maybe, maybe I’ll lose it

When you want the soul to be quiet
You bury it in the sand, so it never says a thing
And you don’t hear it dreaming from behind

But at night when the eyes close
It goes where the breeze caresses your skin
It goes where the waves wet your feet
It wakes up by the fire in the coldest part of winter
And travels the whole world, getting tangled in your fingers
Maybe, maybe
It goes where the breeze caresses your skin
It goes where the waves wet your feet
It wakes up by the fire in the coldest part of winter
And travels the whole world, getting tangled in your fingers
Maybe, maybe I’ll lose it

Fly far with the wind, fly high through the sky
Travel the whole world, getting tangled in your fingers
Maybe, maybe I’ll lose it