A Morir Cantando

Everyone has left from here
Only winter remained
There's a gray owl in front
That always says no

This snow is the color
Of your ivory eyes
I haven't written to you because
I'm already saying it

This land is cold and gray
But it will bloom
I know to be happy
You have to try to look like it

The storm is coming
And the waves are breaking
They're just trying to say
That they're dying

I went to look for
And to remember
Not to forget your scent

But when I left
By chance
There wasn't a single flower left

I went to look for
And to remember
Not to forget your scent

But when I left
By chance
There wasn't a single flower left

And to die singing
As you say
I'm an extraordinary guy
Of the most common
Of the most common