No Lo Cambio Por Nada

I still believe in paper
I believe in the pen and the brush
Words inside a notebook
Correspondence when reading

It's not because I fear age
I don't fear modernity
Music, photos, calendars
Everything is intangible and digital

Is it evocation perhaps?
Or a poignant love letter?
Will the years of the past return?
Times gone by
Never maybe

Is it what we see?
Oh, what do I know, a love letter
Or a poignant evocation
Will the years of the past return?
Times gone by
Never maybe