Alma sin alma
Victor Heredia
Soul Without a Soul
Soul without a soul
Sang like she never sang again
Cried like she never cried before
And was a clumsy dancer
Drunk on pain and anise.
Opened the door to her dressing room
Stepped on stage and didn’t see her
Felt the lights and heard
The band and remembered and spoke to her.
Soul, like a chalk drawing,
Soul, your spiral leaves me in awe,
Soul, the bread of my soul,
Soul without a soul,
Tree without a breeze..
Then she climbed into her own heart,
Gathered the pieces of her great love
And jumped into the abyss without a thought
Seagull without blue and without sea.
