Gente
Gente, que se despierta cuando aun es de noche
y cocina cuando cae el sol
Gente, que acompaña a gente en hospitales, parques
Gente, que despide, que recibe a gente
En los andenes
Gente que va de frente
Que no esquiva tu mirada
Y que perciben el viento
¿Cómo será el verano?
¿Cómo será el invierno?
Dos, tres, horas para disfrutarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Un pasaje en la más bella historia de amor
Dos, tres, horas para contemplarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Me acomodo en un rincón de tu corazón
Gente, que pide por la gente en los altares
En las romerías
Gente, que da la vida
Que infunde fe
Que crece y que merece paz
Gente, que se funde en un abrazo en el horror
Que comparte el oleaje de su alma
Gente que nos renueva la pequeña esperanza
De un día
Vivir en paz
Dos, tres, horas para disfrutarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Un pasaje en la más bella historia de amor
Dos, tres, horas para contemplarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Te acomodo en un rincón de mi corazón
Para vivir así
En miradas transparentes
Recibir su luz
Definitivamente
Nubes van
Y van pasando
Pero aquella luz
Nos sigue iluminando
Que fresca es la sombra que ofrecen
Que limpia el agua dulce de sus miradas
Es por ti que empiezo un nuevo día
Hay Ángeles entre nosotros
Ángeles entre nosotros
Dos, tres, horas para disfrutarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Un pasaje en la más bella historia de amor
Dos, tres, horas para contemplarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte
Me acomodo en un rincón de tu corazón
Dos, tres, horas para disfrutarte
Y dos de cada siete días para darte...
Dos, tres, horas para disfrutarte
Y dos de cada siete días...
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People
People, who wake up when it's still night
and cook when the sun sets
People, who accompany people in hospitals, parks
People who say goodbye, who welcome people
On the platforms
People who go straight ahead
Who don't avoid your gaze
And who feel the wind
How will summer be?
How will winter be?
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
And two out of every seven days to give you
A ticket in the most beautiful love story
Two, three, hours to contemplate you
And two out of every seven days to give you
I settle in a corner of your heart
People, who pray for people at altars
In pilgrimages
People who give their lives
Who instill faith
Who grow and deserve peace
People who merge in a hug in horror
Who share the waves of their soul
People who renew the small hope
Of a day
To live in peace
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
And two out of every seven days to give you
A ticket in the most beautiful love story
Two, three, hours to contemplate you
And two out of every seven days to give you
I settle in a corner of my heart
To live like this
In transparent looks
Receive their light
Definitely
Clouds come
And keep passing
But that light
Continues to illuminate us
How fresh is the shadow they offer
How clean the sweet water of their gazes
It's for you that I start a new day
There are Angels among us
Angels among us
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
And two out of every seven days to give you
A ticket in the most beautiful love story
Two, three, hours to contemplate you
And two out of every seven days to give you
I settle in a corner of your heart
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
And two out of every seven days to give you...
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
And two out of every seven days...
Two, three, hours to enjoy you
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Two, three, hours to enjoy you...
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