Sing to Me the Dream

When you speak the language of your life
 I do not know the story
 The words are only sounds, 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
 To sing of hungry hearts and of the dream, do you speak of the dream.
 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 I feel love
 Now I know the story
 the songs are mighty sounds that 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