A slow tempo melody written and played by the Grammy winner of Buena Vista Social Club artist Elaides Ochoa. It talks about the church bell keeping on ringing and whilst the church bell keeps going his illusions will stay alive.
The bells of the church sound out,
And it is you, who comes to my imagination,
Soon you will be converted into a virgin,
In a saint of my devotion
Keep ringing the bells,
And the heart is waved more and closer
Figments that happen for the life,
Leaving traces with its illusion
But the bells keep on sounding,
I do not want to lose this illusion,
The day will come with the right sound
To bring the right message
VOICE 1: The church bells ring, and you enter my imagination, soon you became the Virgin, a saint of my devotion, the bells keep pealing, and my heart stirs closer and closer. Chimeras that pass through life, leaving traces with their hallucination, but let the bells keep ringing, I don't want to lose that illusion, the day will come when their own sound brings you the message of my mistake. Chimeras that pass through life, leaving traces with their hallucination, but let the bells keep ringing, I don't want to lose that illusion, the day will come when their own sound brings you the message of my mistake, the day will come when their own sound brings you the message of my mistake. Poor illusion.
VOZ 1: Suenan las campanas de la iglesia,
y llegas tú a mi imaginación,
pronto te convertiste en la virgen,
en una santa de mi devoción,
siguen repiqueteando las campanas,
y se agita más y más cerca el corazón.
Quimeras que pasan por la vida,
dejando huellas con su alucinación,
pero que sigan sonando las campanas,
no quiero perder esa ilusión,
llegará el día que su propio sonido
le traiga el mensaje de mi equivocación.
Quimeras que pasan por la vida,
dejando huellas con su alucinación,
pero que sigan sonando las campanas,
no quiero perder esa ilusión,
llegará el día que su propio sonido
le traiga el mensaje de mi equivocación,
llegará el día que su propio sonido
le traiga el mensaje de mi equivocación.
Pobre ilusión.