[Intro] [Virtuoso melancholic Spanish guitar solo, dark and cinematic] [Soft rain sound effect fading into a slow brushed percussion rhythm] [Verse 1] [Intimate raspy vocal, close microphone, very slow tempo] Delicate are the words... Sinuously seeking their place between the lines. Early muses contemplate the writer's pen, From the inspiration to which they give life. I sought the candor of the ink touching the paper... The rain tinkles outside... I was distracted for a few seconds... just to smile. [Guitar Refrain] [Soft, weeping acoustic guitar strings] [Verse 2] [Deep emotional delivery] I spoke in a murmur so the dripping rain would accompany me, And closing my eyes, the curve of my lips is reborn. Being as I was... that first cry upon encountering the world, The sun's rays also being born for my eyes, The music, the voice with the first "I love you" gifting my ears... The perfume of bare skin... with its strengths and weaknesses. [Pre-Chorus] [Bass swells, flamenco rhythm intensifies slightly, rising passion] Being as I was before becoming colors and flavors, A drop of dew on the petals of a lost garden, Reborn under some full moon night... A breath sighed by the young man who harbors the hope... Of being the protagonist of a story. [Chorus] [Climax - Powerful flamenco-jazz breakdown, raw and heartbreaking voice] Someone added an "and they lived happily ever after..." But I am the foam of the breaking waves where I traveled! Rocked as in a cradle... a gentle swaying! Words in verses, carried by my mentor's pen... Remained in notebooks... eternal! Eternal... [Guitar Solo] [Passionate, fast flamenco guitar rasgueado, deeply emotional] [Verse 3] [Music strips back, quiet guitar and soft upright bass] I feel peace fill my soul... If I am not awake, the moon cradles me with the voice of a mother. With the song that awakens me from the joyful singers, Fluttering around my window... Welcome to the day and the night... where I grow and learn. [Bridge] [Vocal building up with heavy rasp and profound emotion] I was more lives before than those yet to come, And in each one, a poem with the sound of loving footsteps... serene. The stars accompany my longings... they say... If I don't return as a butterfly, I will return as air. As laughter... as a mermaid... [Chorus] [Full Passionate Climax - Voice and guitar crying together] Being the same in all forms! The foam of the waves where I traveled! Rocked as in a cradle... a gentle swaying! The great love of life... will be with me! With me... [Outro] [Guitar slows down to a single, warm nylon-string arpeggio] [Vocal becomes a fading, emotional whisper] If I don't return as a butterfly... I will return as air... [Soft breath] [Fade out] [End]
