SONG OF THE DREAM
Jose Antonio Buesa
Again, tonight, I saw your hand in mine,
again, tonight, I returned to dream of you,
I, I'm not your lover or even your friend,
if not a man passes under the daylight.
However in the shade where time does not exist,
our souls are sought, do not know why. And awake
vaguely unhappy that it was not true,
sad sadness that does not become sad.
Something happens at night, but I would not say
no to you, anything you know or you will tell nothing,
but to look into your eyes I know, for your eyes,
if also, tonight, you've dreamed about me.