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Wet Papers

Chambao

Papeles Mojados

Miles de sombras cada noche trae la marea,
Navegan cargaos de ilusiones que en la orilla se quedan.
Historias del día día, historias de buena gente.
Se juegan la vida cansaos, con hambre y un frío que pela.
Ahogan sus penas con una candela,ponte tu en su lugar,
El miedo que en sus ojos reflejan,la mar se echo a llorar.

Muchos no llegan, se unden sus sueño papeles mojaos
Papeles sin dueño muchos no llegan
Se unden sus sueño papeles mojaos, papales sin dueño

Fragiles recuerdos a la deriva degarran el alma,
Cala to los huesos el agua los arrastra sin esperanza.
La impotencia en su garganta con sabor a sal,
Una bocanada de aire le da otra oportunidad.
Tanta injusticia me desespera, ponte tu en su lugar,
El miedo que en sus ojos reflejan, la mar se echo a llorar.

Muchos no llegan, se unden sus sueño papeles mojaos
Papeles sin dueño muchos no llegan
Se unden sus sueño papeles mojados, papeles sin dueño

Muchos no llegan, se unden sus sueño papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño
Muchos no llegan, se unden sus sueño papeles mojaos, papeles sin dueño



Wet Papers

Thousands of shadows each night the tide brings,
They sail loaded with illusions that stay on the shore.
Stories of everyday life, stories of good people.
They risk their lives tired, hungry and freezing.
They drown their sorrows with a candle, put yourself in their place,
The fear reflected in their eyes, the sea started to cry.

Many don't make it, their dream sinks, wet papers
Ownerless papers, many don't make it
Their dream sinks, wet papers, ownerless papers

Fragile memories adrift tear the soul apart,
The water chills to the bone, dragging them without hope.
Impotence in their throat with a taste of salt,
A breath of air gives them another chance.
So much injustice makes me desperate, put yourself in their place,
The fear reflected in their eyes, the sea started to cry.

Many don't make it, their dream sinks, wet papers
Ownerless papers, many don't make it
Their dream sinks, wet papers, ownerless papers

Many don't make it, their dream sinks, wet papers, ownerless papers
Many don't make it, their dream sinks, wet papers, ownerless papers

Escrita por: Maria Del Mar Rodriguez