In Love with An Illusion- En Amor con Una Ilusion

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This song reflects my thoughts on true love. It started as a song for Spanish III and turned into a reflection of what I believe. 
Our SO is out there somewhere, waiting for us to find them, but we may never meet. And sometimes we do, but we never know. It holds a sense of hopelessness but also hope for the existence of true love. I hope you like it. There is a translation in English at the bottom. 

EN AMOR CON UNA ILUSION

Estoy enamorado con el pensamiento de ti
Pero no sabemos
Quien es el otro
Después de todo

Pasamos por en el mundo 
Y nuestros ojos se encuentran
Pero separamos sin reunión 
Siempre

Si el verdadero amor existe
Espero encontrarte
Y hacer mis sueños una realidad
Desearía abrazarte 
Yo lo espero

Estoy enamorado con el pensamiento de ti
Pero no sabemos
Quien es el otro

Dicen es imposible
Encontrar el verdadero amor
Tomará un poco de eternidad, quizás
Pero te estoy esperando 

No me quejo
Pero quiero seguirte
Y traerte al hogar
Dónde está mi corazón

Estoy enamorado con el pensamiento de ti
Pero no sabemos
Quien es el otro

La gente piensa que estoy loca
Amar una ilusión
Pero, yo sé, sin pedir
Que tu estas ahí afuera

Para mi encontrar 
Solamente un día mas 
Solamente una hora
Una lagrima mas
Para derramar, buscándote 




I am in love with the thought of you
But we don’t really know
Who the other is

We pass by in the world
And our eyes find each other
But we leave without meeting
Always

If true love exists
I hope to find you
And make my dreams reality
I would like to hold you 
I wish it were so

I am in love with the thought of you
But we don’t really know
Who the other is

They say it is impossible
To find true love
It will take a little eternity, perhaps
But I am waiting for you

I’m not complaining 
But I dream of following you
And bringing you home
Where my heart is

I am in love with the thought of you
But we don’t really know
Who the other is

People think I am crazy
To love an illusion
But I know, without asking
That you are out there
 
For me to find
Just one more day
One more hour
One more tear 
Shed looking for you










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