In The Five Seasons album there are five songs with lyrics and four instrumental ones.

I would like to give special thanks to Rocio who had the patience to work with me on those lyrics and give more life to my music.

« The town where I was born, Salamanca, in Spain, remains in me, like a constant presence. Writing in English was perhaps the most difficult part. You have the ideas, the concepts, but you strive to get the words, you hesitate between the different options… But then, you have the music, the guitar, that leads you to paths you hadn’t thought of. And when the song is finished, it is as if it has always been there, and you can’t believe that there was a time when that music hadn’t been composed and those lyrics hadn’t been written. »

In that small Northern town
an epidemic of sadness spread over the streets and the squares.

The bells tolled
and the women mourned at dusk like stranded whales.

The dogs barked throughout the night
and the dust covered the window-shops that were left unattended.

Children, like stray stars, cried for food until dawn,
but the wind dragged their weeping
and the sand smothered the hunger of their eyes like black holes in space...

...The seasons changed,
memories were banished,
noise and fury nested in the parks
and tangleweeds crept over the roofs,
the sparrows went past the small Northern town.

In the Valleys of Ipacura
When the sun is under the roads
They are waiting for our sleep
To stay with us till the darkness
The swords will shine tomorrow
And the earth will be filled with the drums of war

Running from the green mountains
The water feeds our lands
The night brings voices of the gods
But shadows are approaching
And the wind of death will soon blow in our houses

Who will remember us?
Will a new season come?
How long will my words last?
And who will remember?

The tables are set and the food waits for the morning, but
I hear the storm coming from far away lands
How sweet the music and how fresh the wind is, but
A new time of noise will arrive from the sea

City of the sun
Shines like flames of fire
Towers of stone
Among burning pyres

Higher in the sky
We cannot be found
Children of the moon
Hidden in the clouds

Who will remember us?
Will a new season come?
How long will my words last?
And who will remember?

Des corps déchiquetés
rampants parmis leurs larmes,
désespérément ignorés
sous une montagne de cranes.

Des enfants massacrés.
L’innocence n’a aucun profit.
Des fortunes dépensées
pour répandre la douleur
pendant la saison de la peur.

Inéxistants sont les regrets
vus de derrière un bureau,
au chaud, vendant la chose,
le droit de vie qui explose.

Sauveur convaincu
protégeant son opulence,
sachant ce qui lui est dû,
ne craignant aucune vengeance.
Puissance meurtrière sur le pauvre.

La vie ne peut pas être soumise
à des vampires de fortunes.
L’insouciance doit être stoppée
par des messages de paix.

Combattre les lois de profits,
cesser les instruments meurtriers,
qu’un nouvel espoir renait,
ramenant la paix oubliée.

I have lived two thousand lives
Walking the paths that others choose
With sand in my eyes
I learnt how to loose
Like a tight-rope walker
Like a blind stalker.

Now I’m looking for a place to rest
I know that there’ll be again
A warm inland breeze
I’m going to wait
For the season of rain
To see how this city melts
Through the sewers and the cranes.

Because I will find instead
Eternal days like years or centuries
And orange roads like summer dragons
I will find again structures and words
The rhythms, the tides… but

You come again to me like a perpetual dream
Like a patient etherized upon a table
You come to me with your wings full with mud
To show me once more time the wrong path I choose
It is time to start the way is long
When the night comes I’ll be gone
The south is far and I’m alone.

Because I will find instead
Eternal days like years or centuries
And orange roads like summer dragons
I will find instead structures and words
The rhythms, the tides... but

I have to leave
I am on my own
It is time to start
The way is long.

Burning in your insane brain
The blindness comes back again
The night, like an endless train,
Will show you that there’s no escape.

Revenge is useless
This circle is endless

This old mistakes come again
And so they all died in vain
Or is there a meaning in pain?
Will there ever be a peaceful day?

In life you gather what you’ve sowed
No benefit will come from burned
And again?
Throw away the hate you’ve got
Open the way of what you love
And again…