Convénceme (en inglés)

Convénceme
Convince me that the week with you has two Sundays
And that the night is young although it’s early morning
Convince me that I don’t have to go running to the office
Or that today in the early hours I want to sleep
Convince me that there’s no routine

Tell me that the moon is red, that its cheeks are made of cheese
And that they sell imported rainbows and that’s true
That the sky was left without water and that the water moved to the desert
Tell me, my love, that all this ends in a fairytale ending
Convince me to be happy, convince me
Convince me not to die, convince me
That happiness and fulfillment are not the same thing
That a moment between the two of us
Is not the same as a life without your love
Months with five weeks and years with four Februarys
Making Augusts on your skin one Saturday in January
That the dream stayed awake and that the rose dresses in pearl
Tell me, my love, that all this ends in a fairytale ending
Convince me to be happy, convince me
Convince me not to die, convince me
That happiness and fulfillment are not the same thing
That a moment between the two of us
Is not the same as a life without your love

Being with you, tied with chains
I’ll live loving in slavery, oh
Convince me to be happy, convince me
Convince me not to die, convince me
That happiness and fulfillment are not the same thing
That a moment between the two of us
Is not the same as a life without your love
Convince me that heaven exists
In the enchanting melody of 'Convince Me' by Ricardo Montaner, we are swept away by a whimsical plea for a reality where time bends to our desires. The lyrics paint a dreamlike world where days stretch to accommodate more Sundays and nights linger in their youth even as morning breaks...