The night and your voice

The night and your voice
You look at me and I am not frightened
You detain the time in your fingers
Your arms do my refuge to themselves
When everything me goes badly

Your hands construct sailboats
And they extract to walking my dreams
That on a sea of water-color
Saldran to sailing
Close to I you will come to my sky
As an angel that it has learned to demolish
Sailing I go and up to out of ste world mas there of the Sun,
Painting a stela of stars
Of your hand I go, as the foam and the sea
They give themselves his heat
Flirting estan the night and your voice
Your faeces that he believes that I can
To the sirens to tell them my dreams
And I do not stop guarding
So many exchequers that you give me
And when you treat my eridas your
With thousand and one fantasies
And it is that I do not want to think
If it is ke I am going to grow and not these
And it is for you k to fly and I can
And in your wings I am like a fairy mas
With you