Soledad

A hotel that belongs to no one, a bed that is not mine
Another day dies on me
A plane to anywhere, a hand waving goodbye
I can't quite remember who it is
An online greeting, a girlfriend in my wallet
And a photo with the fans
Appearing on TV
Looking for some remedy against loneliness

Accompanied solitude, demonized solitude
So many screams, so many lights, so many people and solitude
Solitude of not being alone, solitude of pondering
If all this absence for singing will be worth it someday
Solitude of searching, solitude of getting rid
Getting rid of those dreams that came true
Solitude of not being alone, solitude of pondering
If all this absence for singing will be worth it someday

A dream of a pill, a coffee that wakes me up
A newspaper under the door
At 10, an interview brings with it a bit of death
And steals a bit of me
While an itinerary guides me through life
Like a chess piece
If singing out of vocation is not a matter of calendar
But of breathing

Accompanied solitude.....

Where does the rush go, the applause, the songs?
Where does that time I gained or lost while singing go?