Bolero
What would the night tell me if I don't dream about you?
what would the rain tell me if I don't have your shelter?
what would the hours of this morning tell me if you are not here?
how do I explain to my soul that I can actually
live without your kisses?
So what would the moon tell me when it comes out
looking for you and it sees my eyes are not as clear?
How do I explain to the wind that which I can't explain?
CHORUS
Here, right here, in front of you, where you can see me,
I am going to hide from my solitude,
and if you find me I promise to give you my desire to love.