Included in Rauw Alejandro’s Cosa Nuestra: Capítulo 0, ‘Nostalgia de Otoño’ (‘Autumn’s Longing’) highlights Puerto Rico’s rising talent De La Rose.
The song is about longing, regret, and obsession after a breakup. They describe the emptiness left behind when someone they loved walks away, and how memories of that relationship continue to haunt them. Autumn becomes the backdrop, symbolizing change, decay, and the feeling of something ending.
The lyrics blend vulnerability with raw desire: even though the relationship is over, the narrator admits to still craving their ex both emotionally and physically. He’s trapped between nostalgia and guilt, remembering the passion they shared but also recognizing the damage it’s done to his mental and physical health.
It’s already autumn and the clouds are starting to appear
A perfect weather just to make love to you
But you left me alone, now all I can do is imagine you
In the middle of the storm, and our eyes can’t find each other
Missing you, I touch myself in the dim light
You used to come, I could see your spirit
From your memory I live enslaved
And it’s messing with my health
That night of burial is now my coffin
I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to meet, no (No)
Your scent still chases me on my skin
Thinking if I should call you
I just need to touch myself with your voice
I swear, I won’t bother you, it’s just for a moment
Since September I’ve been looking for May’s rain
I no longer have that little body to strike like lightning
I once had you, now I deal with your absence
With another one I get aroused when my mind thinks of you
The sweat we shared was an ocean
Don’t tell me you miss me, prove it
What you felt with me wasn’t some friendzone
I feel you close, I don’t need a phone
To see you making love to me, Alzheimer’s would have to strike me first
The guilt explodes in me, like Oppenheimer
Naked, searching for you in the sheets
I can’t stop thinking about when you used to make me la-la-la (La-la)
Down there, a storm that never ends
That wasn’t a PlayStation, but you played with your fingers
From El Morro to Cabo
That red down below we used to wear it out
Insatiable like us, I don’t think there’s anyone else like that
Don’t go away (No)
Missing you, I touch myself in the dim light (In the dim light; ah-ah)
You used to come, I could see your spirit (Uh-uh)
From your memory I live enslaved (From your memory)
And it’s messing with my health (It’s messing with me already)
That night of burial (Of burial), now, baby, is my coffin (Now it’s my coffin, oh)
Thinking if I should call you
I just need to touch myself with your voice
I swear, I won’t bother you, it’s just for a moment.
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