["MI AMOR NO ES PARA TI" Synth-pop orquestal narrativo · 112 BPM · Misma voz y estilo que las anteriores] [La letra va en inglés y el título se canta en castellano de España, como un estribillo-sello. Así queda en el prompt la pronunciación clara que prefieres.] [Estructura Intro (violín solista) → Verso 1 → Pre-estribillo → Estribillo → Verso 2 → Pre-estribillo → Estribillo → Puente con cambio de tono → Estribillo final con coro → Outro Letra] [Intro – solo fiddle, whispered] Hush now… let the candle say it What the heart has long been learning [Verse 1] You arrived like a lantern at a harbour of salt, Asking for the flame I had hidden in the vault; Your hands were all promise, your eyes were all dusk, And I, who once drowned, knew the shape of the husk. [Pre-Chorus] Do not ask the river to remember the spring, Do not ask the cathedral to forgive the bell; Some loves are a psalm that was written for another, And mine is a country you will never learn to tell. [Chorus] Mi amor no es para ti, My love is a garden behind a golden gate, Where the jasmine keeps its vigil and the moon comes late; Mi amor no es para ti, You may stand beneath the window, you may sing till dawn, But the heart you came to harvest was already gone. Mi amor no es para ti. [Verse 2] You offered me the stars as one offers a coin, Counted out in kindness, bright and cold; But I have known the music of a truer devotion, The slow, unspoken liturgy of growing old. [Pre-Chorus] Do not ask the river to remember the spring, Do not ask the cathedral to forgive the bell; Some loves are a psalm that was written for another, And mine is a country you will never learn to tell. [Chorus] Mi amor no es para ti, My love is a garden behind a golden gate, Where the jasmine keeps its vigil and the moon comes late; Mi amor no es para ti, You may stand beneath the window, you may sing till dawn, But the heart you came to harvest was already gone. Mi amor no es para ti. [Bridge – key change, building] And if I wept, it was the wind in the olive grove, And if I trembled, it was only the tide; Love is not a debt that we pay with surrender, Nor a harbour where a stranger may reside. I carry my heart like a candle through the storm, And the flame is my own, and the flame is warm. [Final Chorus – big, gang vocals] Mi amor no es para ti, My love is a garden behind a golden gate, Where the jasmine keeps its vigil and the moon comes late; Mi amor no es para ti, Go and find your shore, go and chase the sun, But the heart you came to harvest is already won, and it's mine. Mi amor no es para ti. [Outro – solo fiddle, whispered] Hush now… the candle burns And it burns for me
