Demasiado tiempo, nos hemos quedado solos sin saber nada
y hemos olvidado el olor a jazmín de tus jardines
y poco a poco, hemos olvidado tu idioma....
Aquel de nuestra madre
Para cantarte nuestro dolor, para rezarte y protegerte ..de aquello, que se queda el centro de mí
Te cantamos flamenco, música en cada una siempre tiene sus raíces..
nunca el ángel bajo tanto para llegar a ti...
Nunca el color del mar de su cosa la blanca cal de tu casa y el color de la tierra el azul de tu cielo siempre ha sido tan oscuro.
Te escribo esta canción..
para que sepas de mí
La molinera...tiene una llave con la que cierra con la que abre...
ya son de la medianoche chiquita mía me voy con él...
Florecillas del campo..yolé yolé
a su cabeza yolé yolé
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As stiff as toys
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poison birds
She talked about the armies
That marched inside her head
And how they made her dreams go bad
But oh how happy she was
How proud she was
To be fighting in the war
In the empty world
The empty world- The Cure
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poison birds
She talked about the armies
That marched inside her head
And how they made her dreams go bad
But oh how happy she was
How proud she was
To be fighting in the war
In the empty world
The empty world- The Cure