El Lenguaje de Los Coleteros (feat. Rayden)
Dani Fernández
The Language of Hair Ties (feat. Rayden)
You remind me of that tear that needs
To fall from the ledge of your smile
To realize that it doesn't fall out of sadness
That a joy resides in your head that rushes
You remind me of the second that changes the hug
To go from a mere hug to a barefoot heart
Stuck to another, tightly they say something
They whisper quietly what reason overlooks
You remind me of that ellipsis
That you don't know how it will end
But it ends and becomes final
Like that point where nothing is the same
Even if it's the same
You remind me of the silent goodbye that says don't leave
Of that kiss that asks: Where were you?
Of people I had forgotten
You remind me of myself
Locked in a thousand memories
To escape from what I was
Let my attempts remain
Let them be pissed off seeing me like this
Let them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come
Locked in a thousand memories
To escape from what I was
Let them celebrate the inventions
Tales that speak of me
Let them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come
You remind me of how you gather your hair
Saturn's rings in your hair tie
There's time that escapes that you want to freeze
At the same time your heart begins to thaw
To the gaze you call home
To that applause of eyelashes between blinks
To the hesitation of your voice when singing
To the revelry of two tongues biting to not shout I love you
You remind me of the subtle nuance
That separates leaving it behind and letting go
You remind me of the life that doesn't live days
The life that doesn't live by going back
The one that dies to be lived
And knows that living is not the same as faltering
Locked in a thousand memories
To escape from what I was
Let my attempts remain
Let them be pissed off seeing me like this
Let them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come
Locked in a thousand memories
To escape from what I was
Let them celebrate the inventions
Tales that speak of me
Let them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come