Brisa

You are here feeling me.
I am here feeling you.
My body became a chest for you
forming a nest between my skin.

And I waited for you singing to the month:
"It will be in April or maybe sooner"

You will have the eyes that once
I knew I had while looking for you.
Loving you so much, I found you
and now I want to keep you.

Nine months of waiting.
Nine months to love.

Breeze, a name with wings.
Breeze, you were dawn.
Breeze, warm little heat.
Breeze, piece of soul.

I'm already impatient for your feet.
I wonder which flowers they will step on.
The birds we let fly
will sing a new dawn.

And all the nostalgia will remain
wrapped in your angelic gaze.

Breeze, a name with wings.
Breeze, you were dawn.
Breeze, warm little heat.
Breeze, piece of soul, of soul.