ellos son blancos se entienden

walked through the room like breathing was easy

 

and the end comes too soon 

like dreaming of angels

endlessly they'll set you free

i hope for happiness, i think of you.

l'heure bleue

noticing water is friendly sometimes

i look for moves and i search for breaths 

if this was another kind of story, i'd tell you about the sea

pick your pocket full of sorrow 

run away with me tomorrow