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Familiar Area

EL AGAVE

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"Y así va a pasar ora na'má, na'má.
Uhh no le hace sí, yo como, yo soy de allí,
na'más yo me sacarron, me corrieron".

Veta de agua,
sombra negra, serena,
al fundirse, la llama nace y vibra:
el agave.

Grieta de tierra,
flora seca, desierta,
al fluirse el fuego crece y silba:
el agave.

Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac 
Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

El agave

El Agave

What are your preconditions for Satisfaction?

Satisfaction

Ancient people traveled by navigating with the stars.  This is a story of the Magi and how we can transcend the basic wants of material existence to pursue artistic and scientific endeavors to save humanity from the drudgery of laborious tasks.

GUIDED BY THE STARS

Serious Fun

NonSense

The Weight of Years

 She once danced in fields of summer gold, 
With sisters laughing, young and bold.
 Built a life, a home, a name, 
But some ghosts never play the game.
A war, a loss, a silent cry, 
She carried them, and never asked why.

 She misses walking, oh how she'd roam
 Barefoot dreams, a world called home. 
She misses songs with fading lines, 
Melodies lost in the twist of time. 
From ninety-one, the future's thin, 
But memories cut deep beneath the skin.

Photographs she cannot place, 
Names that drift without a face. 
Even joy can start to sting,
 When the mind forgets what the heart still clings.
 
She misses walking, the morning breeze,
 The way the world bent at her knees. 
She misses songs, the words once clear,
 Now just a tune she strains to hear. 
By the passing time, the body bends
 But the ache of memory never ends.

 They say she’s lucky, still alive, 
But some days she’s too tired to survive. 
Not for death, but for release— 
A little silence, an inner peace.

 She lived a life, she wore it true, 
But some wounds time cannot undo. 
So sing for her, a softer tune,
 For the woman who once danced with the moon.

The Weight of Years

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In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

The Weight of Years

Pessoa

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