In the night, the stars weave tales,
Whispers drift where the silence hails,
I dance with shadows, lost in a trance,
In the depths of my heart, you take your chance.
With every breath, I feel your call,
A rhythm that lifts me, makes me fall,
In this compás, our spirits collide,
Like the morning dew, where our hopes reside.
Oh, the vertigo of your embrace,
A spiral of longing, a sacred space,
Through the flames of what we’ve lost,
I rise like ash, no matter the cost.
Ceniza de mis sueños, I ignite,
Burning bright through the cold of the night,
My soul, it wanders, but knows your name,
In the embers of love, I’ll still feel the same.
As roció kisses the dawn's first light,
I gather the pieces, ready for flight,
Amidst the echoes of what must be,
I’ll find my way back, wherever you see.
The journey is long, the path sometimes dark,
Yet your laughter shines, a lingering spark,
Through the ashes, I'm reborn anew,
With every heartbeat, I’ll find you too.
So here I stand, with hope in my veins,
Holding the dreams as the world entertains,
In this dance of life, both twisted and wide,
Ceniza de mis sueños, forever my guide.
Latin
Ceniza, compás, alma, vertigo, rocío