El Lenguaje de Los Coleteros (feat. Dani Fernández)

You remind me of that tear that needs
To fall off the edge of your smile
That realizes it's not because of sadness
That dwells in its head a joy that rushes

You remind me of the second that changes the hug
To go from a mere hug to a barefoot heart
Stuck to another, tightly they say something
They whisper quietly what reason overlooks

You remind me of that ellipsis
That you don't know how it will end
But it ends and becomes final
Like that point where nothing is the same
Even if it's the same

You remind me of the goodbye that silences a don't go
Of that kiss that asks: Where were you?
Of people I had forgotten
You remind me of myself

Locked in my memories
To escape from what I was
Let my attempts stay
Let them be pissed off seeing me like this

Leave them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come

Locked in my memories
To escape from what I was
Let them celebrate the inventions
Tales that speak of me

Leave them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come

You remind me of how you gather your hair
Saturn's rings in your hair tie
There's time slipping away that you want to freeze
At the same time your heart begins to thaw

To the gaze you call home
To that applause of lashes between blinks
To the hesitation of your voice when singing
To the revelry of two tongues biting to not scream I love you

You remind me of the subtle nuance
That separates leaving it behind and letting go

You remind me of the life that doesn't live days
The life that doesn't live by going back
The one that dies to be lived
And knows that living is not the same as fainting

Locked in my memories
To escape from what I was
Let my attempts stay
Let them be pissed off seeing me like this

Leave them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come

Locked in my memories
To escape from what I was
Let them celebrate the inventions
Tales that speak of me

Leave them, you and I
Are so far from here
Come and make room for me
In our exile to come