Minuto de gloria
[Vocal Style: CRITICAL: ONE SINGLE FEMALE LEAD SINGER. A deep, smoky, middle-aged FEMALE contralto voice in Spanish from . She is backed by a FEMALE harmony choir singing only onomatopoeic oohs and aahs. This is NOT a duet.] [Instrumentation: ONE Female Lead Vocal (Contralto), FEMALE Backing Harmonies. Smooth Jazz Big Band with upright bass, drums (brushes), piano, tenor sax, muted trumpet.] [BPM: 75 BPM (slow swing)] [Key: D Minor (Dm)] [Production: Warm, 60s analog sound. 'Smoky club' atmosphere. The female backing choir should be mixed with reverb, creating a lush, sorrowful atmosphere behind the single lead vocalist.] [Mood: Dramatic and sorrowful melancholy / Resigned despair] [Additional: The focus is on the emotional delivery of the single female contralto, with the female choir adding texture and depth.]
Minuto de gloria
[Vocal Style: CRITICAL: ONE SINGLE FEMALE LEAD SINGER. A deep, smoky, middle-aged FEMALE contralto voice in Spanish from . She is backed by a FEMALE harmony choir singing only onomatopoeic oohs and aahs. This is NOT a duet.] [Instrumentation: ONE Female Lead Vocal (Contralto), FEMALE Backing Harmonies. Smooth Jazz Big Band with upright bass, drums (brushes), piano, tenor sax, muted trumpet.] [BPM: 75 BPM (slow swing)] [Key: D Minor (Dm)] [Production: Warm, 60s analog sound. 'Smoky club' atmosphere. The female backing choir should be mixed with reverb, creating a lush, sorrowful atmosphere behind the single lead vocalist.] [Mood: Dramatic and sorrowful melancholy / Resigned despair] [Additional: The focus is on the emotional delivery of the single female contralto, with the female choir adding texture and depth.]
Lyrics
Lyrics: Caronte 2025
Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386
https://www.youtube.com/@TheCaronteSongbook
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MINUTO DE GLORIA
Cambié mi mundo, por las luces de neón
pensando que el asfalto sería mi salvación
La noche era un perfume de falsas promesas
susurradas en las barras por galanes buscando presas
Y yo quise creerlos, sin medir las consecuencias
Viví tan deprisa, quemando el calendario
coleccionando besos como fondo de inventario
Fui reina de una corte de aplausos y licor
hasta que un día el espejo, perdió todo pudor
devolviéndome el reflejo de este barco sin motor
Y ví a esta mujer de piel rugosa y de ojeras profundas
que huele a soledad, a viejas glorias y a historias oscuras
Con ese aroma rancio de los vinos, que se van añejando
justo un segundo antes de que en vinagre se estén tornando
Y me pregunto a veces, si en otra vida diferente
yo hubiera sido una mujer normal, una chica corriente
Ahora me persiguen los fantasmas de los que huía
atrapada en la oscuridad de mi melancolía
Y este viejo café, tan decrépito y deshecho
es el último puerto que le queda a mi maltrecho pecho
Mi gato se llama "Whisky" y siempre mira al techo
Y aún canto esta canción, que suena triste y tiene su historia
a cambio de otro trago... y un minuto de gloria
mi ultimo minuto de gloria
By Caronte