Ultimos destellos
Los Trovadores de Cuyo
Last Glimmers
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're pearls that get cloudy from all the hustle
They're wandering birds, wounded by the bad
They're eyes that close from all the tears
They're furrows that open, marking my forehead
They're the last voices that no one hears anymore
They're days that have gone, they're kisses that have rolled
Like a wilted carnation, tossed on a threshold
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're last glimmers that no longer shine
They're lights that fade, they're flowers that wither
They're lilies that are dying, broken on your altar
They're pages of a book, written on the soul
With the script of my sorrows that no one cares about anymore
They're lights of your name, that return to my life
Bringing back with their return, the echo of a song
They're centuries of a sanctuary, clinging to your image
That die slowly, tired of shining
My years are bundles of torn petals
Many without fragrance, drifting randomly
They're beads on a rosary, the years of my life
They're last glimmers that no longer shine
They're lights that fade, they're flowers that wither
They're lilies that are dying, broken on your altar
