If I’m lucky, how lucky it would be to be in your arms,
that my lips would finally fall down into your heart.
If I’m lucky, how wonderful it would be to feel your warm
and hear your breath while we are in an ocean of calm.
But suddenly I realize something wrong in my dream,
something that could break all down into pieces.
I don’t believe in luck nor another type of magic;
I only believe in facts, and those facts are called love.
No es mi caso.