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Crushed Glass

Buenayunta

Vidrio Molido

El ya no quiere tener
El don vital de respirar
Sus ojos no pueden
Ver el color que ven los demás
Su pecho esta tan lleno
Pero a la vez esta tan desecho

Hoy encontró al caminar
Un sendero muy extraño
Noto que al avanzar su pecho se volvía a armar
Empezó a ver el sentido
Y quiso la vida intentar

No merece ser juzgado
Tiene raciocinio y derecho de elección
A veces la tristeza rebalsa en una cabeza

Es fácil hablar de la gente
Cuando no se tiene
Vidrio molido en la mente

No merece ser juzgado
Tiene raciocinio y derecho de elección
A veces la tristeza rebalsa en una cabeza

Es fácil hablar de la gente
Cuando no se tiene
Vidrio molido en la mente

Crushed Glass

He no longer wants to have
The vital gift of breathing
His eyes cannot
See the color that others see
His chest is so full
But at the same time it's so broken

Today he found while walking
A very strange path
He noticed that as he moved forward his chest was being put back together
He began to see the meaning
And wanted to try life

He doesn't deserve to be judged
He has reasoning and the right to choose
Sometimes sadness overflows in one's head

It's easy to talk about people
When you don't have
Crushed glass in your mind

He doesn't deserve to be judged
He has reasoning and the right to choose
Sometimes sadness overflows in one's head

It's easy to talk about people
When you don't have
Crushed glass in your mind

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