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FLOWERS IN SOLITUDE - Dressing up the silence in floral disguise.

🦋METAMORPHOSIS – OFFICIAL Author & Producer: Metamorphosis Official © All rights reserved 🎶 Lyrics and music created exclusively for the Metamorphosis projects. 100% original content, protected by copyright. 🎨 IMPORTANT NOTICE (DISCLAIMER) The images and animations used in this video do NOT represent real people. They were generated using artificial intelligence (AI) as an artistic and visual resource. 🚫 No recycled material or third-party content has been used. 🎵 Musical genres: Ballad · Pop · Mexican Regional · Huapango · Ranchera · Norteño · Cumbia · Bolero · Mariachi · and others. Tango · Flamenco · Andean Music · Caribbean Music · World Music · and others. 🌍 Songs are released in Spanish, as well as English, French, Italian, Portuguese and German, depending on the work. ✨ Thank you for being part of this transformation of the soul. #Metamorphosis #OriginalMusic #LatinMusic #WorldMusic #IndependentMusic #AIArt Lyrics: Close your eyes and come with me, to the place where we were shelter. No clocks, no worn-out promises, just you and me... under the mist. The world keeps spinning, but not here, where love finally rests. No future, no past, only this present... untamed. Let's love freely and forget about time, every second eternal, like a dream without winter. Let's not measure how long it lasts, let's just love... recklessly. Maybe tomorrow everything will break, maybe the light will change its shape. But tonight is real, and no one can erase that. And if when you open your eyes you leave, let me dream of you one more time. Close your eyes and come with me, to the place where we were shelter. No clocks, no worn-out promises, just you and me... under the mist. The world keeps spinning, but not here, where love finally rests. No future, no past, only this present... untamed. Let's love freely and forget about time, every second eternal, like a dream without winter. Let's not measure how long it lasts, let's just love... recklessly. Maybe tomorrow everything will break, maybe the light will change its shape. But tonight is real, and no one can erase that. And if when you open your eyes you leave, let me dream of you one more time. The world keeps spinning, but not here, where love finally rests. No future, no past, only this present... untamed. Let's love freely and forget about time, every second eternal, like a dream without winter. Let's not measure how long it lasts, let's just love... recklessly. Lyrics: Every February, the same old song returns, Balloons and flowers, for which no one yearns. I dine alone, with a chill inside my chest, Telling myself that love was never my guest. My friends are out, celebrating their flame, While I'm locked in, hiding my shame. I send myself flowers, just to play the game, Disguising the sorrow that has no name. And at the end of the day, I ask once more: How much longer will I wait at the door? I send myself flowers alone, To keep from breaking on my own. Ay, ay, ay... Flowers in solitude. A heart with no sound, Beating where no one's found. Cycle with no end, A dream that refuses to bend. Maybe tomorrow a change will come near, A sign or a chance to conquer my fear. But the silence returns to take its place, Whispering: "This is a void you'll embrace." I hide in the shadows, faded and gray, Watching as love just looks the other way. I wrap up my soul in floral design, But no paper can heal this heart of mine... I send myself flowers alone, So my broken pieces won't be shown. Ay, ay, ay... Flowers in solitude. A heart with no sound, Beating where no one's found. Cycle with no end, A dream that won't wake up again. And if love is hiding in some other town, Maybe I'll find it when I'm not looking down. But in the meantime, here l stay, Playing at forgetting what never came my way. I send myself flowers alone, Like someone whose tears have turned to stone. Ay, ay, ay... Flowers in solitude. My story of no love, With no stars above. And in the night, once more l see, My heart is crying in its own net, unfree. Mmm... For me... Love... Was never born.