And today I went to visit walking between tombstones,
And I realized that,
Life here is very fast,
Although I have said it before, I want to record
How do you remember a story that should not be told?
But you hear a voice, which says to you, "Sing it!"
It demands you: "Please bear unto your fellow men ..."
The reason for what I am, the story that repeats itself
Many lives, but that can not be expressed with your gift
And that is why you should serve as a collection
That's what the singers are for, to educate the heart.
The story we are talking about reads like this:
"There is a child in Venezuela who grew up either
Playing on streets and sidewalks without much concern.
How easy for children who play in any way
Without thinking the world outside was created for 'the lion'
Laughing time passes, playing forget hunger,
Until you understand the difficult situation,
When you see a kid outside playing with his Nintendo,
Watching both parents as on TV: no
They fight, they embrace, time with the child they pass,
Communication link, they say love phrases "...
"There is a llama in Venezuela that slowly understands
That life is different and could be better "...
"The child who has already grown at the whim of fate
He remembered many ways, he lives only with rancor, he does not dream
Neither sleep nor trust his friends, because he knows
That the road was created for 'the lion' ...
And with a breastplate goes, goes, goes, and everything in black and white sees, sees, sees,
In a mirror one day I saw, and he said with his voice:
"Booh! What's it like to see you?"
And with a breastplate goes, goes, goes, and everything in black and white sees, sees, sees,
In a mirror one day I saw, and he said with his voice:
"Booh! What's it like to see you?
The child is a teenager lives alone with his father because
His mother is gone, they say a better world. His father
Work hard but this is absent the street that
It is hot as the tutor. It should mature early,
He knew that his brother died and although they have not asked him,
It caused him serious pain "...
"There is a man in Venezuela who little by little understands that
Life is different and could be better ... And now it's
One more adult who lives among the souls than in his memories
See the days as pages of an endless book that seeks to end it "...
What is the end of a story called without having?
Read nothing but it should already be finished.
... "The heart tells him that life is suffocating, he closes himself in his room to write to feel that he is not here"
"There is a guy in Venezuela who wants to die calm,
He plans to get shot in a stool and alley,
Until a blind man told him that life is a sigh,
Just see her differently for her to be better. The blind
It changed his life, inspired him to write more life, to find
An exit in each wound and situation "...
"A poet in Venezuela sings with the forehead
Let reason tell you and what the heart dictates ... Sin
Embargo the lie usually provokes anger for which it does not
You can completely put up the grudge "...
"There is a guy in Venezuela that even if they say what they say
It is real as anyone who feels resentment and love "...
And today I went to visit walking between tombstones,
And I realized that life here is very fast,
I have to accompany him soon,
In the meantime I will fulfill the mission I have here, if
And with a smile goes, goes, goes, and everything with determination: go, go, go,
In a mirror one day I saw, and he said with his voice:
"Booh! What's it like to see you?"
And with a smile goes, goes, goes, and everything with determination: go, go, go,
In a mirror one day I saw, and he said with his voice:
"Booh! What's it like to see you?
How is it to see you?
How is it to see you?
How is it to see you?
Canserbero
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