Será (en inglés)

I remained dreaming with my dreams on my back
With hope put away
In the broken pocket of some trousers
In the bottomless chest of my disappointments
Lethargic in time, obsessed with seeing you
My eyes got reddened, my mind withered

Could it be that the moon isn’t full yet
Could it be that time waned our urges
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the moon
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the urges, could it be

I remained in suspense with a short story
On the lowest levels of my heartbeats
Amid my implausible frustrations
Lethargic in time, hmm, obsessed with seeing you
My eyes got reddened, my mind withered Could it be that the moon isn’t full yet
Could it be that time waned our urges
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the moon
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the urges, could it be

Could it be that the moon isn’t full yet
Could it be that time waned our urges
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the moon
Could it be, could it be, could it be, could it be the urges, could it be