just was a dream

i had a dream, last  night
yeah, was a long time.
a type of nightmare.
but i cant remember that..

you were not by my side.
your not still here.
hooo you know, was a type of joke.
because i cant feeling nothing more.

i couldn't feel you're heat.
and i couldn't see those eyes.
that make me crazy every days.
a infinite taste of space.
and your kiss that can conquer  death.

but just was a dream
you stay by here.
I'm turning in bed.
then find your eyes.
and all becomes quiet.
yeah so quiet.

nothing more to dream.
you stay so near.
and i think is good,
at least i don't have more time to lost.

you're all I want.
and i don't want to dream again, just still awake.
just still awake, and see the space, who comforts me.

im a rider

i see a man on black.
he stay on the top.
so alone, so alone.

an a solitary rider i'm
pastures turned black, sand on the sack.
birds don't call my soul.

I go to the snow motana.
to get my soul turned white.
to feel more alive.
I go to the old river.
I go to the wild prairie.
to get a better view. 

i see a man on black.
he stay on the road.
so alone, so alone.

he is a rider on the top...
 

hombre sin prision

despierto y me encuentro sin aliento.
hace tanto tiempo que perdi.
camine mucho mas y aun sigo aqui.
camine sin rumbo, en los caminos del desierto.

hooo que dificil es vivir en soledad.
aun que aprendes un poco mas.

caminas por la vida.
caminas sin medida, sin lugar a donde ir.
sin partida, ni cartas que jugar.
nacimos sin fichas que apostar.

no puedes decir, que no intente seguir.
yo falle, las cartas que jugue y los rumbos que tome.
no soy una ficha fuera del cajon.
ni un hombre sin prision.

me golpeo tanto quizo.
me puso balas en el corazon.

aprendi un poco mas.
y ahora no hay mucho que olvidar.
quedan caminos por andar.