[Intro – whispered, distant vocals] It breaks the soul… your absence… your loss… [Verse 1] It breaks the soul, your absence. It breaks the soul, your loss. Nothing, nothing still, nothing… To think that we will be happy. To think that we will play at love. Old afternoons of sunlight will become those, those days. [Instrumental swell – dreamy guitars, washed reverb, slow build] [Verse 2] To think that we will climb the mountain. To think that we will play there, unaware. Afternoons of fields, mountains, rivers, those, those days. To think that we will have everything. To think that we will venture into love. Afternoons of shelter, of caresses, will become those, those days… [Pre-Chorus] And even if I close my eyes, everything falls again. The voices, the afternoons, your shadow at dawn. [Chorus] Not even your photograph that will rest within my hand, nor the fleeting premonition that I try to hold between my hands, will be able to calm the burning in my eyes. Because nothing… nothing will remain for me. [Post-Chorus – layered vocals] Nothing… nothing… will remain for me… [Bridge] In this prayer of all prayers, of birds and birds that will throw themselves toward the nest, to nests upon nests that will no longer hang from their branches, within an autumn loss that you will watch in desolation. [Breakdown – soft bass, distant guitar harmonics] Soul… breaks… it breaks the soul… [Outro / Final Chorus] Because you will leave without remedy, one day, forever. Because nothing… nothing will remain for me. [Fade Out] It breaks the soul… your absence… forever… [Letra de Pablo Félix Jiménez. Ajustado a 4/4 por ChatGPT. JIMÉNEZ, P.F. Porque soñamos: Buenos Aires: Escritores de Argentina, 2023. ISBN 978-987-873-764-5]
