Today I do not wish to see you or hear your voice,
in my dreams I will imagine you,
there you will swear to love me, but I will be incredulous,
for it will only be a sigh that I'll erase at dawn.
Soon I will leave without knowing if you will miss me,
I just want to make clear this fleeting feeling,
if this night does not become magical and eternal,
perhaps in dreams you will no longer be.
So, in the mist of the uncertain goodbye,
I leave this love that grows among shadows,
an ephemeral romance that time disperses,
but that in my soul, furtive, remains.