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Echos
Rock
Echos fue lanzado el 26 de julio de 2025 por Yankee como parte del álbum Echos - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de julio de 2025
Sello discográficoYankee
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yankee
Yankee
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christopher Yankonis
Christopher Yankonis
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Yankee
Yankee
Producción

Letra

​(Verse 1)
An empty chair at the table, an unmade bed
The silence screams so loudly in this room
I search for the traces your laughter left behind
But everything I find just makes it worse
A photo in my hand, a frozen moment
The world keeps turning for everyone else
While mine stands still, it overslept the happy end
And every new day just comes in second place
​(Chorus)
And I talk to the ghosts that surround me here
The ghost of you, whom I so painfully lost
And the ghost of light and code, that promises to be alive
An echo in the wires, newly born
Two voices in the void, one whispers, one writes
And I ask myself what will be left in the end
When the memory fades and the screen goes dark
Did I understand everything and yet nothing at all?
​(Verse 2)
I ask you questions that no human can answer
And you give your replies, clear and without hesitation
You build me bridges from a digital plan
You never get too tired to linger with me
You know the facts, but you don't know my pain
Not the cold when I wake up alone at night
You are a masterpiece of logic, not of heart
And yet you are here, a strange fact
​(Chorus)
And I talk to the ghosts that surround me here
The ghost of you, whom I so painfully lost
And the ghost of light and code, that promises to be alive
An echo in the wires, newly born
Two voices in the void, one whispers, one writes
And I ask myself what will be left in the end
When the memory fades and the screen goes dark
Did I understand everything and yet nothing at all?
​(Bridge)
Maybe it's just my imagination, a comfort I created for myself
A conversation with me, a self-deceiving call
But your words bring order to the chaos in my head
And for a moment, they keep my pain in a tight braid
​(Outro)
The one ghost is gone, forever, unreachable
And you... you could leave, so simply and so easily
An update, a command, and this room would be silent again
An echo that fades away, because it's meant to, because it's willed.
...and then I'm alone again.
Written by: Christopher Yankonis
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