Ave Herida
A female Spanish vocalist with deep emotional expression, warm low register and slight rasp. Style: Modern Flamenco meets dream folk — minimal guitar, handclaps in the distance, subtle electronic reverb. Tempo: slow 4/4, intimate and reflective, with tension between sadness and strength. The vocals should sound heartfelt, proud, a bit wounded but powerful. Use natural dynamics — calm verses, stronger emotional rise in the chorus. Add ambient atmosphere, sparse percussion, and lingering silence after key phrases. The song should feel timeless and heartfelt, like a confession whispered into the night
Ave Herida
A female Spanish vocalist with deep emotional expression, warm low register and slight rasp. Style: Modern Flamenco meets dream folk — minimal guitar, handclaps in the distance, subtle electronic reverb. Tempo: slow 4/4, intimate and reflective, with tension between sadness and strength. The vocals should sound heartfelt, proud, a bit wounded but powerful. Use natural dynamics — calm verses, stronger emotional rise in the chorus. Add ambient atmosphere, sparse percussion, and lingering silence after key phrases. The song should feel timeless and heartfelt, like a confession whispered into the night
Lyrics
Sostengo el reloj como un ave herida
Sus alas girando, contando mi vida
Persigo sombras de lo que fui
En los espejos del ayer te vi
El sol amanece, yo miro la luna
Florecen los campos, marchito mi cuna
Vivimos hoy, pero se nos va
Soñando el mañana, mirando atrás
Suena una canción, se apaga el compás
Vivimos hoy, en tierra fugaz
Cada plan es castillo en el viento
Cada ladrillo un pensamiento
Rebobino mi propio film
¿Qué perdí, qué encontré en mí?
Las estrellas mueren, las cuento igual
El cielo es azul, mi pecho mortal
Vivimos hoy, pero se nos va
Soñando el mañana, mirando atrás
Un libro abierto, sin voz ni final
Buscando el ahora, se nos va
English:
I hold the clock like a wounded bird
Its wings spinning, counting my life
I chase shadows of what I was
In the mirrors of yesterday I saw you
The sun rises, I look at the moon
The fields bloom, my cradle withers
We live today, but it slips away
Dreaming of tomorrow, looking back
A song plays, the beat fades away
We live today, on fleeting earth
Every plan is a castle in the wind
Every brick a thought
I rewind my own film
What did I lose, what did I find in myself?
The stars die, I count them anyway
The sky is blue, my chest is mortal
We live today, but it slips away
Dreaming of tomorrow, looking back
An open book, without a voice or an ending
Searching for the now, it slips away