Será
Ricardo Montaner
Will it be
And I stayed dreaming with the illusion on my back
With hope kept
In the broken pocket of pants
In the bottomless trunk of my disappointments
Lulled in time, obsessed with seeing you
My eyes reddened, my mind withered
Could it be that the Moon was not yet full?
Could it be that time was diminishing our desires?
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the Moon
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the desires, will it be
And I remained in suspense with a brief story
In the lowest levels of my heartbeats
Among the implausible of my frustrations
Lulled in time, obsessed with seeing you
My eyes reddened, my mind withered
Could it be that the Moon was not yet full?
Could it be that time was diminishing our desires?
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the Moon
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the desires, will it be
Could it be that the Moon was not yet full?
Could it be that time was diminishing our desires?
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the Moon
Will it be, will it be, will it be, will it be the desires, will it be
