La vida; pasó de todo,
De los amores pasó de sales.
Después de andar los caminos,
Ya nada queda y tú lo sabes.
Las flores que até a tu pelo,
Te darán savia,
salvaje errante.
La muerte te alzó en silencio de humo negro,
que te deshace.
“Si muero” dijiste un día,
Quema mi carne, quiero elevarme,
Seguirte ya si colores,
Parte del aire y acariciarte.
Mi amor se me va volando
Se hace nube sobre la tarde.
Me deja solo y desnudo
Con toda mi alma hecha de carne.
El vino de los caminos,
Que bebo a sorbos sabe a verdades.
Muy poco podrá decirme la vida,
Ahora que me dejaste.
La luna ya no es la luna
Hueco en la noche en donde caben,
Mi soledad y tu nombre y...
El viento que a veces viene a tocarme.
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Gipsy Mourning
Life, everything happened,
Of love, it tasted it all.
After travelling roads,
There’s nothing left and you know it.
The flowers I tied to your hair
Will give you sap,
savage wandering.
Death lifted you up in black smoke silence,
That shreds you apart.
“If I die,” you said one day,
Burn my flesh, I want to rise up,
Follow you colorless now
part of the air and caress you.
My love flies away from me
It becomes a cloud over the afternoon.
It leaves me alone and nude
With all my soul made of flesh.
The wine of roads,
That I sip, tastes like truths.
Very little will life be able to say
Now that you left me.
The moon is no longer the moon
Hole in the night where there’s room
for my loneliness and your name, and…
The wind that sometimes comes to touch me
The alias of composer, singer, and guitarist Steph Yates, Cots deliver hushed and richly textured chamber pop songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 14, 2021