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