Ya no estás
Las Pelotas
You are not here anymore
It's like water slipping through your feet,
like the summer wind at times
like the mountain shadow you see,
like the desert and the story you know
It's like mud refreshing your childhood,
it's like when you allow yourself not to know
how I wish to reach you sometime
or follow you to never return and
feel, feel, feel, feel.
Perhaps one day you will see how it is again
you will enjoy it like when you just know
they won't manage to hurt you again
and I would follow you to never return and
feel, feel, feel, feel.
