Nada De Nada
El Canto del Loco
Nothing at All
The foam of the sea,
a grain of salt or sand.
A strand of hair,
a hand without an owner,
a moment of fear,
a lost note,
an empty word in a poem,
a morning light
that's how small I am,
nothing at all.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
A snowflake,
falling rain,
a thought,
an open abyss,
a silent word,
I'm sorry,
a step without a trace,
I am a path with no destination,
an extinguished star
that's how small I am,
nothing at all.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
A breath of life,
a truth that is a lie,
winter sun,
an hour in your night,
a silence of goodbyes,
unintentional,
a second in your dream,
I am a step climbing your stairs,
a drop without water,
that's how small I am,
nothing at all.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
Nothing of you, nothing of me,
I am a breeze without air,
nothing of anyone.
