Eres (part. Alfredo Olivas)

You were so much, yet at the same time, you were so little
I don't know if you deserved my song
Like someone who walks but leaves no trace
That's kind of how I’d say your love was
But in the end, everything teaches you
And one day you showed me your true self

You’re poison that intoxicates, but doesn’t kill
You’re a sword whose edge doesn’t cut anything anymore
You’re the wind that, even when it blows, doesn’t move the leaves
You’re maybe a victory that tastes like defeat
You’re the water that you drink but doesn’t quench your thirst
You’re a lie that’s true from repeating it so much
You’re the fire that lights up, but doesn’t burn
You’re a little more than nothing and nothing else is left for you
And nothing else is left for you

Oh, my love
Here it goes, Olivas
Go for it, my Joss (Favela)

You’re poison that intoxicates, but doesn’t kill
You’re a sword whose edge doesn’t cut anything anymore
You’re the wind that, even when it blows, doesn’t move the leaves
You’re maybe a victory that tastes like defeat
You’re the water that you drink but doesn’t quench your thirst
You’re a lie that’s true from repeating it so much
You’re the fire that lights up, but doesn’t burn
You’re a little more than nothing and nothing else is left for you
And nothing else is left for you
And now without me, you’re left

Let’s say you’re like a guitar without strings
Or like a bohemian of God
A painter without his brush
A song that doesn’t rhyme
God without believers
A sidewalk without a drunk
Or a drunk without his sidewalk