Y Nada Más

This strange afternoon
From my window
Brings the old breeze
From the morning

There is nothing here
Just a few days getting ready to pass
Just an afternoon where you can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
Then look at reality and nothing more

And nothing more

Now it seems to me
That I would have lived
A flow of centuries
Through old paths

There is nothing here
Just a few days getting ready to pass
Just an afternoon where you can breathe
A tiny immense moment in living
Then look at reality and nothing more

And nothing more