Y Nada Más

This strange afternoon from my window
Brings the old breeze from the morning

There is nothing here
Just a few days getting ready to pass
Just an afternoon where you can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
After looking at reality

And nothing more
And nothing more

Now it seems to me that I had lived
A flow of centuries through old paths

There is nothing here
Just a few days getting ready to pass
Just an afternoon where you can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
After looking at reality

And nothing more
And nothing more