You must have thought that I have music inside...
What kind of music do I have inside my heart?
It's also your fault for letting me know that you have expert hands.
Im thinking maybe I can change my skin and became a piano or a flaute, who knows!?
I'm intense,
I'm daydreaming and thinking
of you in my dreams
Only the moon hears my confession
I can't
and I don't want to live halfway,
waiting for the end;
Everything happens for a reason.
Let's live a delight
of illusions while we can...
(Spanish Version)
Debes haber pensado
que tengo música dentro...
¿Qué tipo de música tengo dentro de mi corazón?
También es tu culpa por dejarme saber que tienes manos expertas.
Estoy pensando que tal vez pueda cambiar mi piel y convertirme
en un piano o una flauta,
¿¡quién sabe!?
Soy intensa,
Estoy soñando despierta
y pensando en ti en mis sueños.
Solo la luna escucha mi confesión.
No puedo y no quiero vivir
a mitad de camino,
esperando el final
Todo sucede por una razón...
Vivamos un deleite de ilusiones mientras podamos...
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The day dreamer mets the night thinker
PoetryShe usually daydreamed during the day, regularly insomnia visits her on full moon nights. He is an expert in diverse narratives in the evenings and early mornings. Overthinking and intensity was his virtue at times, at others he had been told so man...
