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🎧Listen to it on Spotify: Drop Feb 12th - https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/arqluizfelipe/patas-frias-feat-milton-chanes

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❄️𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 :

𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙨 is the second song inspired by Milton Chanes' work; following the haunting "Twelve Seconds, Twelve years". On the darkest nights, we find protection in the strangest places and sometimes in something we can't explain, something that watches over us in silence. This song follows a figure of salvation that arrives when all else fails: wooden, still, impossibly human and impossibly other. It could be a guardian. It could be memory. It could be ourselves, reflected and saving. The song never tells. It only knows that the snow didn't touch you. And that something is still there.

Enjoy.

📘Please, check out Milton's ebook Patas Frías at Amazon: https://amzn.eu/d/01yjjh5z


𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨:
🎧Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/7K6rsdciLpILLcYBK1rUOy?si=53718cad00794616
📘Ebook: https://amzn.eu/d/gOVuCUh

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🎙️ 𝓛𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓼 :

The asphalt turned into ice miles ago
For the trucks rushing past, gravity feels optional
We followed the voice on the navigation
Into the dark without hesitation
Now we are buried deep in the snow

Life was normal a second ago
Then the world shrank
For the eyes of an animal

And then the roof shattered
Not wind, but hooves like brief spears
Leaving cracks in the atmosphere
Leaving marks
Leaving fears
Leaving us open to the white wall
the white wall

I see him standing by the tree line
A simple shape, a childish sign
Too round to be a man
Too still to be alive
He doesn't blink
He doesn't breathe
He watches everything

Patas frías
Patas frías

I climbed out through the broken glass
Expecting the winter to kill me fast
But the arms that held me were made of wood
A different cold, misunderstood
It didn't burn, it didn't bite
Ordered and calm in the dead of night
Protecting a boy from the blinding white

We passed the abandoned cars
Sleeping at odd angles
A graveyard of metal tangles
I don't know if he's good or evil
I just know the snow didn't touch me

Hey!
I see him standing by the tree line
A simple shape, a childish sign
Too round to be a man
Too still to be alive
He doesn't blink
He doesn't breathe
He watches everything

By morning he was gone
Just a circle of watchers
Pointing at the wreck
Footprints leading nowhere (Nowhere)
But the memory stays...
He is still there

I know he's standing by the tree line
A savior in a childish sign
Too cold to be a friend
Too strong to let it end
He didn't speak
He didn't leave
He walked me to the light
Patas frías
Patas frías