| Es como nubes sin cielo
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| Remonta el vuelo
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| la tarde
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| No hay sombras, no es real,
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| el tiempo se esfumo
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| No hay cantos que escuchar…
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| Quema el sol su luz,
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| es un pueblo de fantasmas
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| Tanta siesta ahogara, borrara de mis recuerdos
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| la manana mas alla
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| Es el azul mas profundo
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| Siguio mis pasos
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| la luna
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| Que calles me veran
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| andar mi soledad?
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| No se si se llegar
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| pero se partir
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| El dolor no vela el rumbo
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| Como hablarte sin hablar?
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| Como hacer que el mar entero quede en calma
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| desde el mar?
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| Viento de un verano eterno
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| enredando el hilo blanco
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| Ciego resplandor de enero
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| tejiendo de nuevo el manto
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| Vengo a ser la sal, las piedras,
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| a nacer de oleaje y algas
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| Vengo a amanecer!
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| A despertar el dia
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| lento
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| len…
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| English:
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| It’s like clouds with
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| out sky
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| Starts its flight
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| the afternoon
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| There are no shadows, it isn’t real
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| time has vanished
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| There
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| are no songs to be heard…
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| The sun burns up to its light
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| It’s a town of ghosts
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| So much of this a fternoon will drown,
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| will erase from my memories the morning
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| Beyond
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| It’s the deepest blue,
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| Followed
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| my steps
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| the moon
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| What streets will see me walk away my loneliness
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| I don’t know if I know how to arrive
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| but I know how to leave,
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| pain doesn’t veil the direction
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| How to talk to you without speaking,
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| How to make the entire sea stay calm
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| from the sea?
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| Wind of an eternal summer
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| tangling the white thread
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| Blind-glow of January
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| knitting back the shroud
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| I come to be the salt, the stones,
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| to be born of waves and algae
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| I come to sun-rise!
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| to wake up the day
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| Slowly,
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| slow… |