Mi Libre Cancion
En un mundo ke
vive sin amor ...
eres tu mi libre cancion,
y la inmensidad se abre al rededor,
mas alla del limite del corazon.
Nace el sentimiento
en mitad del llanto,
y se eleva altisimo ... y va.
Y vuela sobre el gesto de la gente
a todo lo mas noble,
indoferente,
Ajena el beso calido...
de amor, de puro amor.
En un mundo ke
prisionero es
libres respirabamos, tu y yo,
pero la verdad clara brilla hoy
y nitida su musika sonó
Nuevas sensaciones,
nuevas emociones se expresan
ya purisimas en ti.
El velo del fantas ma del pasado,
cayendo deja el cuadro inmaculado
y se alza un viento timido
te amor, de puro amor,
Y Recubrote...
Dulce amada ke no sabe
el camino,
no sabe ke debe andar,
al lado tuyo vendré,
si keres tu...
*Cae un dia el muro
recubierto de las rosas selvaticas
revive o no se eleva o no
Boske abandonado y por eso sobreviviendo
virgen, se abre o no,
se cierra o no.
En un mundo ke
prisionero es
My Free Song
In a world that
lives without love...
you are my free song,
and the vastness opens around,
beyond the limit of the heart.
The feeling is born
in the midst of tears,
and it rises high... and goes.
And it flies over people's gestures
to everything noble,
indifferent,
Unaware of the warm kiss...
of love, of pure love.
In a world that
is a prisoner
we breathed freely, you and I,
but the clear truth shines today
and its music sounded clear.
New sensations,
new emotions are expressed
already pure in you.
The veil of the ghost of the past,
falling leaves the picture immaculate
and a timid wind rises
of love, of pure love,
And I cover you...
Sweet beloved who doesn't know
the way,
doesn't know where to go,
I will come by your side,
if you want...
*A day the wall falls
covered with wild roses
revives or doesn't rise or doesn't
Abandoned forest and therefore surviving
virgin, opens or not,
closes or not.
In a world that
is a prisoner