Now that the passion's been taken away Something behind every word that you say Leaves me circling above you Down to the last curtain call Down to the place water falls No blankets, no patterns anymore We lived in fear of that northern wind Tearing our sails Inside this cabin we tried, we fell Swearing and sweating each other's love Locked inside open doors Cries in the night afterwards No blankets, no patterns anymore Alejaté, si te vas, Alejaté, si te vas Where there's a will there's a way The river must flow Better to leave now, than never let go Never let go Letting you go Believe me, come summer that silver line Will have turned to gold, Clouds that the sky could not hold Together, their patterns, anymore Alejaté, si te vas, Alejaté, si te vas Where there's a will there's a way The river must flow The river must flow