Casi me he creído que me quieres (en inglés)

Casi me he creído que me quieres
I have almost thought that you want to me
And it walked being conceited of your kisses
Staining of innocence the walls
Stepping on with your soles all the fear
I have almost thought that you want to me
That it is just as to be storm of joy and
with this simple creed between the teeth approached to
Me demanding your caresses
And as nobody said the opposite
Thus it gets to install in this sky
Being whistled the news to me of the miracle
To the congealed moon of the winter
I have almost thought that you want to me
And it dressed my hope in projects
From your hands
I took sufficient force
Of your eyes the light for the passage
I have almost thought that you want to me
Because it is easy to encounter over some
As difficult dream as to wake up and verte
Threading my wounds with your hair
And as nobody said the opposite
Thus I got to settle in this sky
Being whistled the news of the miracle
To the congealed moon of the winter
To the congealed moon of the winter