| El día se va,
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| El azul se oscurece aquí,
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| El día que se va,
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| Y los sonidos se pierden así,
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| Parara,
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| La cálida inmensidad,
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| A orillas de un vasto mar,
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| Los barcos que parten ya,
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| Marcando principio y final,
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| Para-pa
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| Y justo cuando empiezo a cantar,
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| El mundo comienza a girar,
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| La primavera queda atrás,
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| Y los tonos cambian ya
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| No se que quedará,
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| Tampoco que es lo que se irá,
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| No se, no se que es lo que quedará.
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| Pero nada, nada se detendrá.
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| The day leaves,
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| The blue is getting darker here,
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| The day, it’s going,
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| And the sounds are lost this way.
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| The warm immensity,
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| To waves in a vast sea,
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| The ships already depart,
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| Marking the beginning and the end.
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| And just as I begin to sing,
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| The world starts to spin,
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| The spring stays behind,
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| And the sounds already change
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| I don’t know what will remain,
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| Nor what it is that will leave,
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| I don’t know, I don’t know what will stay,
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| But nothing, nothing can be stopped. |