Tecito

I've been thinking for a while,
Reflecting on things that
I want to share with you, express to you.
Nothing that now
Isn't known, nothing hidden
Under the rug.
Everything we didn't say,
Dragged along by time.

But what’s going on, but what’s going on, but what’s going on?
But what’s going on, but what’s going on, but what’s going on?

What I want to tell you
Isn't important, or relevant,
Or decisive
For society, for humanity.
It's something personal.
And what I want to say to you
Is really
Not something that
Can be expressed
With words that fall short.
It's more of an action,
An intention, something real,
From real life.

Little tea here, little tea here, little tea here to tell you.
Little tea here, little tea here, little tea here to tell you.

Oh, how the losses hurt,
Oh, how they hurt.
Oh, how the absences hurt.
There's so much presence, so much beauty,
Of the purest kind.

Little tea here, little tea here, little tea here to tell you.
Little tea here, little tea here, little tea here to tell you.

What’s happening to me, what’s happening to me, what’s happening to me?
What’s happening to me, what’s happening to me, what’s happening to me?