Marcus Nalgaber and Mora Amaro La Loba

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Staircase to Hell

There are moments in Life that left a terrible trace in the soul.

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One step, two steps,
staircase that goes and comes to the same door,
to the same wait,
ladder that whenever I go up
takes me down to Hell,
to Hell.

The white walls,
the windows and their light,
the tense calm, and you, and you,
prisoner of life when it is over.

And when I take your hand
and you look at me
without realizing that it is me,
that it is me,
I would like,
I would like so much,
so much,
to put in your eyes
all the memories you have lost,
you have lost,
to put in your eyes
all the memories you have lost.

[Marcus Nalgaber]

When the bells ring - Original Song



Regards

The early morning bells ring
while the rain washes my window.

I look at the clock that in my room only serves as decoration
and I observe the hours locked behind that sphere that is an exhibitor.

I will take the 1, I will take the 2, the 3 the 4,
what do I know,
what do I know what time I will give me in my today,
in my today, in my today, in my today …

The street is shaking under my delirium,
and the world is walking with me in the bed
while my hands grab that dream
that in the cold night left me its wings, its wings,

The early morning bells ring
while the rain washes my window.

I look at the clock that in my room only serves as decoration
and I observe the hours locked behind that sphere that is an exhibitor.

I will take the 1, I will take the 2, the 3 the 4,
what do I know,
what do I know what time I will give me in my today,
in my today, in my today, in my today …

I will fly, I will fly, I will fly once more,
I will fly, I will fly, I will fly once more,

[Marcus Nalgaber]

From Emptiness - Original Song

Regards!



There are no longer words hidden in my head
There are no longer words hidden in my head
There is only the wind that after touching the sea
it has the taste of salt
and of life foreing of mine
and of life foreing of mine

Life that even so surrounds me
with its indifferent connection
turning me into a swallow that seems lost
while searching for the promised world
while searching for the promised world

There are no longer words hidden in my head
There are no longer words hidden in my head
There is only the flight that after touching my wings
it lifts me above the air that holds the dreams
nested in my feathers

There is only the wind that after touching the sea
it has the taste of salt
and of life foreing of mine
and of life foreing of mine

[Marcus Nalgaber]

To breath the same - Nu Downtempo

This song is a is a very easy to listen to music (New World and Downtempo Fusion) Enjoy it.

Best regards



Take me in your arms
make me close my eyes
and open my heart
only to you, only to me, only to you, only to me

Take me in your arms
make me close my eyes
to open my mouth
in your mouth and breath the same

Nothing more will exist
when you take me away
of this earth that hurts me

Nothing more will exist
when you take me away
of this earth that hurts me

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Una chispa de sal (A spark of salt)



Regards

This is how life bathes you,
like the sea that sometimes pampers you
and sometimes it drowns you,
like the sea

that sometimes brings you closer
and sometimes it takes you away from the shore,
from the shore,

like the sea, like the sea, like the sea,

Sea that rises to the eyes to cry with you
and that puts salt in your mouth, a spark,
when you want to kiss,
a spark,
like the sea, like the sea, like the sea

This is how life bathes you,
like the sea that sometimes pampers you
and sometimes it drowns you,
like the sea, like the sea

that sometimes brings you closer
and sometimes it takes you away from the shore, from the shore,

Sea that rises to the eyes to cry with you
and that puts salt in your mouth, a spark,
when you want to kiss, a spark,
like the sea, like the sea, like the sea

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The sound of dust

The skin, that edge of your infinity, this video, a question.

Be well



The sound of dust becoming life attracts my ears
while the sunshine
touches the roses in my backyard

I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse
I love everything
everything is my muse, my muse

So many laughs
so many tears,
so many dreams,
so many things,
so much life filling my senses, senses, senses

Then tell me how I could survive so much feelings
if I were not air
if I were not space to hold so much
if I were not air
if were not space to hold so much

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Comme un papier oublié (Like a forgotten paper) Romantic Rare Song

This song in French, repetitive and hypnotic, has a very interesting flavor
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I kept in my eyes
the light that touched you
just before your goodbye

I kept in my eyes the light that touched you
just before your goodbye

And when the clock of the living room,
And when the clock of the living room announced midnight,
I had become a forgotten paper in your past

I have kept in my eyes the silence that has remained
when the door was closed
And when the clock of the living room,
And when the clock of the living room announced midnight,
I had become a forgotten paper in your past

[Marcus Nalgaber]

Looking at the South - Original Music - Classical Guitar Song



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[Marcus Nalgaber]

Bungalow 208 - Smooth Jazz Fusion - Original Music and Guitar Playing by Marcus Nalgaber



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[Marcus Nalgaber]

The past overtakes me - El pasado me adelanta

Time is a crazy wheel that hoists us and immerses us while taking off our clothes and leaving us naked
in a space full of numbers.

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Everything turns so fast
that the past overtakes me
and my steps lost the thread
between clouds of stumbling

Everything turns so fast
that the nights and the days
and its moons and its years
they escape between my fingers

Time and hours that move away
and they hide in your feet
Marks, stripes, that are maps
of treasures in your skin