Lo Que Nos Queda

When you start to perceive
More time behind than to come
When life asks you
If you're really going to continue
Burning with so many things that pile up
And you worry about what's left to say

The sky darkens a bit in the autumn
And a cold wind sneaks in through the door
When the clock that marks time is the mirror
And through the window you see the world slipping away

A song, an old passion
You can hear after the storm
Its melody stops at your door
Calling you, sounding the same
As that time, in your childhood
When the passing truck
Defined your illusions with the neighborhood's voice
And engraved its nonsense under your skin

In the simple things lie the most beautiful
In two glances that meet, there may be
An adventure that takes you to the stars
And in a glass fits the entire wide sea
And the mystery of music is so high
That understanding it will take eternity
The emotions that take you by storm
Hide behind two or three notes of truth

A song, an old passion
You can hear after the storm
Its melody stops at your door
Calling you, sounding the same
As that time, in your childhood
When the passing truck
Defined your illusions with the neighborhood's voice
And engraved its nonsense under your skin

We are part of this farewell
A couple of old fools holding up the bar
There will always be an excuse to be able to stay
So many reasons to sing
I carry in my luggage the reason
And my collection of anecdotes in my heart
There will always be an excuse to be able to stay
Against destiny, hand in hand, in the end