Sing to me the dream

When you speak the language of your life
I do not know the story
the words are only sounds
and they leave my mind to wonder.

Perhaps you speak of the mountains,
or the child you used to be
of the city Santiago
and the moment you were free.

When you speak the language of your love
I do not know the story
the words are only sounds
and they leave my mind to wonder.

But when you soar through my heart with a melody,
I hear the dancing feet,
I taste the salty tears,
I know the laughing child
and the moment of the dream.

When you sing the language of your love,
now I know the story:
the songs are mighty sounds
and they fill my mind to wonder.

And when you soar through my heart with a melody,
I hear the dancing feet,
I taste the salty tears,
I am the laughing child.
Sing to me the dream,
come fill my mind with wonder
and sing to me the dream.