More proof, if proof were indeed needed, that lyrics aren’t the most crucial part of a song (which will come as a blow to all those sing-along cover band kings and karaoke queens) comes with this song from Paraguay. I would need to speak better Spanish to keep up with what Angel Scarpellini is singing anyway, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy the music for what it is.

And what it is is a gentle, dream-pop piano piece, a song that drifts by on lovely sonic clouds, brightens the listener’s day and then floats off into the musical ether. I think the title means The Terrace, in English, which doesn’t give me much of a clue either, so I still don’t know what the song is about. But like I say, it doesn’t matter; it was a cool listening experience, and that is all that counts. Try it.

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