Lejos (feat. Cruz Cafuné)
Delaossa
Far Away (feat. Cruz Cafuné)
I'm feeling sad
Because I sent you a message before boarding the plane
I've been without coverage for seven and a half hours
I got off and you haven't read it yet
I'm out here, trying to make my story
And I only know about my brothers if they post stories
The risk doesn't bother me, but I fear making sacrifices
That this works out and celebrate the victory alone
I go out in the city past 1
When the streetlights cover the stars and the moon
Looking for myself in Madrid
I always end up like the gray line
In circles without coverage
Mom, forgive me when I'm absent
You pray for me to heaven when you pray
I know it's very hard for you, but
I feel him so close even though a flight separates us
A time zone, two seas, a distance
I will always be there
I will always be there
Because wherever you are
I am not there
But still
I feel you close
Because wherever you are
I am not there
But still
I will return to your door
Tell me, what good are dreams if they are lost
Mom, if you're not there, what good are the tickets for me
I was just thinking on the plane
Blind from SoundCloud, listening to The Doors and with a fever
There are days when I don't even understand myself, do you understand? (You feel me?)
Life is senseless, do you feel it? (You feel me?)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday living in a Friday
Saturdays and Sundays, I fly while you sleep
Because you were like sea views to my madness
My poison and my cure
You had me blocked like Yankees to Cuba
Traveling alone and without help
And now I'm in those meetings
Their conversations don't matter to me
Their jokes don't even make me laugh
Short, very far from home
And I'm thinking about my bros
Like Cruzzi, I'm in my zone
Because wherever you are
I am not there
But still
I feel you close
Because wherever you are
I am not there
But still
I will return to your door
I don't know if I'm in Madrid anymore
In Quito, Buenos Aires, in Medellin or Paris
I don't remember anything because I was partying
Buying you gifts at the duty-free
Worried about you
I don't know if I'm in Madrid anymore
In Quito, Buenos Aires, in Medellin or Paris
I don't remember anything because I was partying
Buying you gifts at the duty-free
Because wherever you are
I am not there
But still
I feel you close
Because wherever you are (wherever you are)
I am not there
But still (still)
I will return to your door (I will go to your door, I will go to your-)