Cuento Del Mundo
Yo le contaba del mundo
Del mundo y su al rededor
De su misterio profundo de su forma y su extensión
De su misterio profundo de su forma y su extensión
De sus llanuras inmensas
De su aurora arebol
De sus aves de sus fieras de su Luna y de su Sol
De sus aves de sus fieras de su Luna y de su Sol
De que color es el mundo
Con asombro pregunto
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
Yo le contaba del mundo
De su sentido y razón
De lo que parece absurdo y no tiene explicación
De lo que parece absurdo y no tiene explicación
De su calor de su frío
De su silencio y su voz
De su camino infinito de su dicha y su dolor
De su camino infinito de su dicha y su dolor
De que color es el mundo
Con asombro pregunto
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
De que color es el mundo
Con asombro pregunto
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
Justo del color que quiera
Pintarle tu corazón
Tale of the World
I told him about the world
About the world and its surroundings
About its deep mystery, its shape, and its extension
About its deep mystery, its shape, and its extension
About its immense plains
About its dawn's glow
About its birds, its beasts, its Moon, and its Sun
About its birds, its beasts, its Moon, and its Sun
What color is the world
I ask in wonder
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint
I told him about the world
About its sense and reason
About what seems absurd and has no explanation
About what seems absurd and has no explanation
About its warmth, its cold
About its silence and its voice
About its endless path, its joy, and its pain
About its endless path, its joy, and its pain
What color is the world
I ask in wonder
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint
What color is the world
I ask in wonder
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint
Exactly the color
Your heart wants to paint