Master System

Vanished

Additional synth programming by eXode (first half of arp sequence).

Travelling Roads

Traveling Roads

Para ver el video  https://youtu.be/Mvu2hJX58Nk

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-un-amigo-version-original-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/a-un-amigo-ver-texto

A UN AMIGO

Recuerdo octubre y aquella noche:
íbamos despacio y pensativos;
cuando el sol rayase el horizonte
tomaríamos rumbos distintos.

Eran ya varios los años
que compartíamos juntos
la tristeza en los fracasos
la alegría de los triunfos;
éramos ya como hermanos
sin secretos ni tapujos:
tus problemas eran de ambos
y los míos también tuyos.

Estribillo

Querido amigo Miguel
aunque tú no lo creas
eres la panacea
que cura mis heridas
de sonrisas fingidas
que veo en torno a mi ser.

Querido amigo Miguel
siempre estás a mi diestra
siendo llave maestra
de esa puerta que, a veces,
cierra tras sí mi suerte
y me hace desfallecer.

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Recuerdo octubre y una mañana:
adoptó color de despedida
como si nuestros ojos plasmaran,
en el paisaje, lo que sentían.

Se iba ya un gran amigo
de los que no te abandonan
a pesar de que el destino
muchas veces no perdona;
de aquellos con ese sino
que convierte a la persona
en escudo ante el peligro
que al acecho está en las sombras.

Estribillo

TO A FRIEND

I remember October and that night:
we were going slowly and thoughtfully;
when the sun reached the horizon
we would take different paths.

It had been several years
that we shared together
the sadness of failures
the joy of triumphs;
we were already like brothers
without secrets or cover-ups:
your problems were both of ours
and mine were also yours.

Chorus

Dear friend Miguel
even if you don't believe it
you are the panacea
that heals my wounds
of fake smiles
that I see around my being.

Dear friend Miguel
you are always at my right hand
being the master key
to that door that, sometimes,
closes my luck behind it
and makes me faint.

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I remember October and a morning:
it took on the color of farewell
as if our eyes captured,
in the landscape, what they felt.

A great friend was leaving
one of those who do not abandon you
even though fate
often does not forgive;
one of those with that fate
that turns a person
into a shield against the danger
that lurks in the shadows.

Chorus

Vanished

Spycho fox