Nunca El Tiempo Es Perdido

When you're not here, the mornings are tinted with sad songs,
They are like the faint perfume that bathes you and marks you for a moment.
When you're not here, the mornings are tinted with sad songs.
Trace, footprint of wandering steps,
Of the seeker of signs
Never time is lost
It's just another bend in our eager illusion of forgetting
Never time is lost
Never time is lost
It's just another bend in our eager illusion of affection
Never time is lost
Never time is lost
When you return, the mornings take flight
Perhaps it's the moment of the gentle breeze
That caresses from your arrival to your departure.
If you return, the mornings dress in joyful songs.
They disguise themselves in smiles,
They are the right breath that will calm the pulse.
They are the joke or the hand of destiny.
If you return, the mornings dress in joyful songs.
Trace, footprint of my wandering search,
That without you I can't find signs
Never time is lost
It's just another bend in our eager illusion of forgetting
Never time is lost
Never time is lost
It's just another bend in our eager illusion of affection
Never time is lost
Never time is lost