Cuánto Falta

I still remember the shade of that sky, from that summer trip
With the sun halfway down and you driving by my side
So how much longer till we get there?
Till the flowers bloom after the winter chill (hey)
And I still remember the sparkle of the sand, I didn’t know sorrow yet
When we were still five instead of four at the table
So how much longer till you can see it?
So you can see my good side before you get old

With you, I learned what freedom was
I’m just trying to start over
I know I can’t regain my innocence
But at least I didn’t lose my identity
You always believed in me, I didn’t as much
You always worried about me, I didn’t as much
All this time I was a crazy fool
And I suffered the consequences of reaching so high
Today I’m looking to land
Reconnect with my city
Get everything back to normal
And leave the door open without fear
For the fresh sea breeze to come in
A sky painted violet
Under which you and I used to talk about life, and

I still remember the shade of that sky, from that summer trip
With the sun halfway down and you driving by my side
So how much longer till we get there?
Till the flowers bloom after the winter chill (hey)
And I still remember the sparkle of the sand, I didn’t know sorrow yet
When we were still five instead of four at the table
So how much longer till you can see it?
So you can see my good side before you get old

I want to go back to making paper airplanes in the air
With my hand out the window
To the orange color of the sunsets
And the smell of salt from the bay
I’d love to wait for you at the door again
For you to come back from your routine
To teach me again how to put things in perspective
When life’s problems come up
Your hands always full of paint
Now they’re accompanied by little wrinkles
And your pure blue eyes
Keep telling me that nothing should stop you
An empty chair at the table
In case someone joins the meal
I’m proud to grow up in this neighborhood
And of the last name I inherited from the family

You’ve always known how to handle every situation with grace
And somehow, you’ve been a survivor after all, right?
I thought you’d do the same as we all did
Get a degree, study at a university, like your brother, like your sister
And we always thought you’d do the same, you’d get your degree and live off your trade
But no, no, it was a surprise to find out that you had that poet’s soul
You’ve always written things, and that’s important
Bringing them to music seems to be something you do much better than studying
It was a surprise, for sure, umm
To know you could live off your art and that’s really a relief
In gratitude to all of us who love music
And believe that music is one of humanity’s greatest inventions
What would it be? What would the world be without music?