Abuela

Today marks another month since you left and didn't come back
And visiting your grave and talking alone, believe me, it doesn't feel the same
It doesn't feel the same, nah nah

Today marks a month since you left and didn't come back
And visiting your grave and talking alone, believe me, it doesn't feel the same, it doesn't feel the same
More people cry around for those they lost
Longing for that hug from the one who left but will never return
No more

I question myself and think how it would be if you were here
I realize it's ironic because you're not here anymore
(Why?) Why do you leave? (Why?)
Years go by and I keep crying for your memory
Even tears are shed when I write this, you won't hear it
You won't hear me anymore

If heaven and earth are united, why don't you come back?
Escape and explain to me why the hell you don't want to return
Don't you want to see me anymore? Forgive the imprudence of my childhood
I just want to feel that fire you used to emanate but it's left behind
Don't you give it anymore?

Death shouldn't be impartial
It should take away from this world all those who cause us harm daily
Why did it have to take you?
Could it be that you were something else before I was born
And with me, you turned into a symbol of protection and peace? You were peace

Come back, hug me again
Don't go so far away
What is hidden in the sky? We will become stars

Grandmother, I sing to you from here, doubting if you hear me
I have thousands of problems, many confusions
Why don't you come down from above and accompany me in the fight?
Help me see death and take off its hood

It seems like two days ago your loss took place
But it's been two years that I carry this weight on me
Resignation is what drives me to keep singing
And to carry your name high when I step on stage

Perhaps when I die, I'll find you in the cosmos or in eternity
Perhaps when I die, I'll reincarnate and see you in another present
What I know is that I will die
But I will carry in my mind the memories of your love like an incandescent light

If God or the devil existed, they must see us as a game
Like chess pieces on earth, like a board
What's the point of feeling something for someone? Saying I love you
If they take it away from you in four syllables, goodbye

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