En tu propio vuelo (en inglés)

En tu propio vuelo
Tell me your fantasy, as it could be the same as mine
The beach, the sun, the sea, an empty island
Draw with your gaze the part of me you see blurred
And paint with colour what you like the most

I’d love to be the river that takes your boat to the end of its course
Shelter for your cold and the sand between your bare feet
Tell me your desires, mine is to take you in my soul up to the sky
And see you at last begin your own flight
I want to be the melody you hum when you’re full of happiness
And for you to say in your song that you’re only mine
Tell me if you ever miss me when the evening gets dark
Or if my name comes to you when you wake up
I’d love to be the river that takes your boat to the end of its course
Shelter for your cold and the sand between your bare feet
Tell me your desires, mine is to take you in my soul up to the sky
And see you at last begin your own flight
Ooh, your own flight