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Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen - Main Menu Theme

Falling star—Jet

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I wrote this song on a paper napkin in a bar, while waiting for the buyer of the 40 grams of gold that a friend had given me to sell, since she had to pay the hospital where she was admitted. She had been diagnosed with terminal cancer and only had days, maybe a couple of weeks, left to live. Two weeks after I wrote this song, she passed away in the company of her son.

This song is dedicated to Laura Linares. May she rest in peace.

I was sitting in a bar,
the minutes refused to move ahead,
I saw Verónica walk by,
in her skin-tight pants,
her tits and her bra all a disguise,
with the truth between her legs she never wished to hide.

With a coffee and a glass of soda,
sitting there watching people pass me by,
I thought I was the only strange one,
I didn't know there were so many of us.

The hours stood still as I waited there,
in that bar with 40 grams of gold,
it was golden and light, it looked like a can,
it was a favor for a sick friend,
she needed to pay the hospital where she was.

But forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

So many stories cross paths in this bar,
a mosaic of laughter and of sorrows.
A young mother, with a rage for life,
yells at her son for a dropped ice cream cone.
Further away, another with a teacher's patience,
explains the world with crumbs of medialuna.

And two lovers in a furious fight,
he swore eternal love, she showed him the door.
His hands were shaking just a bit too much,
her pride was cracking in her voice.
And me right here, with a treasure in my palm,
a silent witness to a crumbling soul.

And life, like a river from this window,
carries broken dreams and seeds of joy.
It's a fabric woven from golden and dark threads,
where death and an ice cream cone cross on the sidewalk.
And I, just a loose thread in this tapestry,
learned that value isn't weighed, it's felt within.

'Cause forty grams could never pay,
for your health when you get the bad news,
that the cancer has spread its wings,
and all that's left is waiting for the end.
And these forty grams of fragile hope,
are weightless against the silence of a tear.
They can't cure the sound of that diagnosis,
or bring the color back to a fading face.
The gold it shines, but it lights up no darkness,
it only illuminates what you can no longer hold.

And these forty grams of delicate hope

indie conceptual cosmic song 
Verse 1]
Falling through the golden mist,
into light we cease to exist.
Hands like feathers, hearts like stone,
[ bridge
drifting where the stars have flown.

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[Chorus]
Second breath,
second sky,
where rivers dream,
and mountains cry.

Second breath,
second day,
[ bridge
born again,
[ bridge
we find our way.

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[Verse 2]
Soft the grass beneath our hands,
silent waters touch the land.
Whispers hum through endless blue,
[ bridge
telling us what we must do.

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[Chorus]
Second breath,
second sky,
where rivers dream,
[ bridge]
and mountains cry.

Second breath,
second day,
[ bridge]
born again,
we find our way.

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[Outro] [ whisper]
Find our way…
[ bridge]
Find our way…
[ outro]

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Falling star—Jet

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