Mendigo De Amor
La luz de la tarde venia de ti,
cuidabas las flores y al viejo jardin.
Yo andaba despacio, simulando no mirar
y tu me llamabas y me dabas de tu pan.
Soy pobre del mundo,
mendigo de Dios,
manchado de amores,
ladron de calor.
Y vivo en tu puerta, por robarte un solo mirar,
soy pobre del mundo,
un mendigo de amor.
Y vivo en tu puerta para verte tan solo pasar,
soy pobre del mundo,
mendigo de Dios,
manchado de amores,
ladron de calor,
y vivo en tu puerta para verte pasar...
yo, yo me rio del mundo....
y por ti yo podria....
Love Beggar
The afternoon light came from you,
you took care of the flowers in the old garden.
I walked slowly, pretending not to look
and you called me and gave me some of your bread.
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of God,
stained with loves,
thief of warmth.
And I live at your door, to steal just one glance,
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of love.
And I live at your door just to see you pass by,
I'm poor in the world,
a beggar of God,
stained with loves,
thief of warmth,
and I live at your door just to see you pass by...
I, I laugh at the world....
and for you I could....