Smowing Look
La historia de mis sueños
No la dejo de soñar
Por que no paro de pensar
En que hubiera sido, como sería todo acá
En fantasía y realidad
Te miro y admiro tu manera de crear
No te gusta procrastinar
Creas porque crees, vaya, fue, si las hay
Que no me paras de gritar
Y aunque me haga el malo, pensando sonrío
Cómo me voy a olvidar de esa estrella en el río
Como quisiera hablar con Dios, para contarle de vos
De tu sonrisa y tu corazón
Yo busco, introduzco mil maneras de mirar
Y ninguno te mira igual
Cuando caminas vas andando sola sin chistar
Enfrente de lo que hace más
Te miro y admiro tu manera de volar
Va siempre sin mirar atrás
Por más que lo intente, ya basta de caminar
Por que no paras de gritar
Te miro y admiro tu manera de enseñar, aunque te cansas de renegar
Enseñas porque aprendes, vaya forma de mirar
Y no te paran de gritar
Smowing Look
The story of my dreams
I can't stop dreaming
Because I can't stop thinking
What would have been, how would everything be here
In fantasy and reality
I look at you and admire your way of creating
You don't like to procrastinate
You create because you believe, wow, it was, if there ever was one
You don't stop yelling at me
And even if I act like a bad guy, I smile thinking
How can I forget that star in the river
How I would like to talk to God, to tell him about you
About your smile and your heart
I search, I introduce a thousand ways of looking
And no one looks at you the same
When you walk you walk alone without saying a word
In front of what does more
I look at you and admire your way of flying
Always go without looking back
No matter how hard I try, enough of walking
Because you don't stop yelling
I look at you and admire your way of teaching, even though you get tired of denying
You teach because you learn, what a way to look
And they don't stop yelling at you