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Hoy jame diosito
Quiero explicarle
Quiero que me digas
Como le haré

Para que me entienda
Esta muchacha
Quiere ser mi amiga
Pero yo no quiero ser

Es muy difícil
Estando yo con ella
Oliendo su perfume
Quiero acariciar su piel

Luego me abraza
Me siento muy contento
Me dices tu eres mi amigo
Se me acaba la fe

Como le haré
Para decirle que la quiero
Como le haré
Ay diosito tengo miedo

Como le haré
Ser su amigo ya no puedo

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Tightrope

I've every reason to forget you
No it's not likely
That we'll meet again
But how could you know
How could I let you
Be the smoke-green from these pills casts in my eyes

But isn't it something
How it happened to me
We both of us
So very far from home
Right there in the tiniest corner of Manhattan
You gave the kiss
That told my eyes to open wide

And if I can make it to the middle of this tightrope
Would then you can find a way to make it how it too
And if this tower should ever crumble
Go on and tumble us down
It's just a ground
I'm here with you

This isn't something that we asked for
We're five thousand miles between a front-door
But I was not expecting this to feel okay
Was maybe the moon just telling me the sun
To showing you a brand new day

And if I can make it to the middle of this tightrope
Would then you can find a way to make it how it too
And if this tower should ever crumble
Go on and tumble us down
It's just a ground
I'm here with you

And if I can make it to the middle of this tightrope
Would then you can find a way to make it how it too
And if this tower should ever crumble
Go on and tumble us down
It's just a ground
I'm here with you

Go on and tumble us down
It's just the sound of something new
Go on and tumble us down
It's just a ground
I'm here with you

The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
And that cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows;
The young birds are chirping in the nest;
The young fawns are playing with the shadows;
The young flowers are blowing toward the west---
But the young, young children, O my brothers,
They are weeping bitterly!---
They are weeping in the playtime of the others
In the country of the free.
 
Do you question the young children in the sorrow,
Why their tears are falling so?---
The old man may weep for his to-morrow
Which is lost in Long Ago---
The old tree is leafless in the forest---
The old year is ending in the frost---
The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest---
The old hope is hardest to be lost:
But the young, young children, O my brothers,
Do you ask them why they stand
Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers,
In our happy Fatherland?
 
They look up with their pale and sunken faces,
And their looks are sad to see,
For the man's grief abhorrent, draws and presses
Down the cheeks of infancy---
'Your old earth,' they say, 'is very dreary;'
'Our young feet,' they say, 'are very weak!
Few paces have we taken, yet are wearyÑ
Our grave-rest is very far to seek.
Ask the old why they weep, and not the children,
For the outside earth is cold,---
And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering,
And the graves are for the old.
 
'True,' say the young children, 'it may happen
That we die before our time.
Little Alice died last year---the grave is shapen
Like a snowball, in the rime.
We looked into the pit prepared to take her---
Was no room for any work in the close clay:
From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her
Crying, 'Get up, little Alice! it is day.'
If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower,
With your ear down, little Alice never cries!---
Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her,
For the smile has time for growing in her eyes---
And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in
The shroud, by the kirk-chime!
It is good when it happens,' say the children,
'That we die before our time.'
 
Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking
Death in life, as best to have!
They are binding up their hearts away from breaking,
With a cerement from the grave.
Go out, children, from the mine and from the city---
Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do---
Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty---
Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through!
But they answer, 'Are your cowslips of the meadows
Like our weeds anear the mine?
Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows,
From your pleasures fair and fine!
 
'For oh,' say the children, 'we are weary,
And we cannot run or leap---
If we cared for any meadows, it were merely
To drop down in them and sleep.
Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping---
We fall upon our faces, trying to go;
And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping,
The reddest flower would look as pale as snow.
For, all day, we drag our burden tiring,
Through the coal-dark, underground---
Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron
In the factories, round and round.
 
'For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning,---
Their wind comes in our faces,---
Till our hearts turn,---our head, with pulses burning,
And the walls turn in their places---
Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling---
Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall---
Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling---
All are turning, all the day, and we with all.---
And, all day, the iron wheels are droning;
And sometimes we could pray,
'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning)
'Stop! be silent for to-day!' '
 
Ay! be silent! Let them hear each other breathing
For a moment, mouth to mouth---
Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing
Of their tender human youth!
Let them feel that this cold metallic motion
Is not all the life God fashions or reveals---
Let them prove their inward souls against the notion
That they live in you, os under you, O wheels!---
Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward,
Grinding life down from its mark;
And the children's souls, which God is calling sunward,
Spin on blindly in the dark.
 
Now, tell the poor young children, O my brothers,
To look up to Him and pray---
So the blessed One, who blesseth all the others,
Will bless them another day.
They answer, 'Who is God that He should hear us,
White the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred?
When we sob aloud, the human creatures near us
Pass by, hearing not, or answer not a word!
And we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding)
Strangers speaking at the door:
Is it likely God, with angels singing round Him,
Hears our weeping any more?
 
'Two words, indeed, of praying we remember,
And at midnight's hour of harm,---
'Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber,
We say softly for a charm.
We know no other words except 'Our Father,'
And we think that, in some pause of angels' song,
God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather,
And hold both within His right hand which is strong.
'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely
(For they call Him good and mild)
Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely,
'Come and rest with me, my child.'
 
'But no!' say the children, weeping faster,
'He is speechless as a stone;
And they tell us, of His image is the master
Who commands us to work on.
Go to!' say the children,---'Up in Heaven,
Dark, wheel-like, turning clouds are all we find.
Do not mock us; grief has made us unbelieving---
We look up for God, but tears have made us blind.'
Do you hear the children weeping and disproving,
O my brothers, what ye preach?
For God's possible is taught by His world's loving---
And the children doubt of each.
 
And well may the children weep before you;
They are weary ere they run;
They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory
Which is brighter than the sun:
They know the grief of man, but not the wisdom;
They sink in man's despair, without its calm---
Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom,---
Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm,---
Are worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly
No dear remembrance keep,---
Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly:
Let them weep! let them weep!
 
They look up, with their pale and sunken faces,
And their look is dread to see,
For they mind you of their angels in their places,
With eyes meant for Deity;---
'How long,' they say, 'how long, O cruel nation,
Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart,
Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation,
And tread onward to your throne amid the mart?
Our blood splashes upward, O our tyrants,
And your purple shows yo}r path;
But the child's sob curseth deeper in the silence
Than the strong man in his wrath!'
 

Ein Mensch ohne Namen

Am ersten Tag meiner Reise sah ich Bäume ringsumher
und ich hörte Stimmen singen zwischen Gras und Blättermeer
Der Nebel der Nacht und der Morgentau sponnen Netze im Gesicht,
die Vögel lasen aus meiner Hand, ich vergaß den Lärm der Stadt
 
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser und ein Mensch ohne Namen,
die sich immer in die Augen sehen
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keine Namen,
weil sie sich sowieso ohne Worte verstehen
Lalalalala lalalalala
 
Nach zwei Tagen konnte ich Berge sehen und die Luft war wie Kristall
Ich träumte, es fiel aus dem Wasserfall eine Blume in meinen Mund
und ein alter Zwerg kam aus der Höhle im Berg und baute mir aus Moos ein Bett
 
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser und ein Mensch ohne Namen,
die sich immer in die Augen sehen
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keine Namen,
weil sie sich sowieso ohne Worte verstehen
Lalalalala lalalalala
 
Dann am Ende war es rings um mich leer, aus den Bergen floss nun ein Meer
und ich spürte das Salz auf meiner Haut, der Staub war aufgetaut
Im Sand sah ich das Leben, das sich unter der Wüste der Wellen ein Reich gebaut.
Keine Menschen können je hinein, leben weiter in ihrem Meer aus Stein.
 
Da sind nur Erde und Wasser und ein Mensch ohne Namen,
die sich immer in die Augen sehen
Es sind Freunde, sie brauchen keine Namen,
weil sie sich sowieso ohne Worte verstehen
Lalalalala lalalalala
 

Something To Believe

[Johnny 3 Tears]
Life is a struggle
in the greater parts of us
It’s the one fight in our lives that we have to win
No choice but to win, to believe that we can win
 
[Johnny 3 Tears]
Life can be so hard to take, sometimes it seems the only safe
Way to get through the day, wait till it goes away
Grief can be so hard to fake, a lying smile, beautiful face
Soul telling you to wait, know this is not your fate
These broken hearts and broken dreams and broken lives with broken spines
Broken hearts and borrowed time like broken records, we keep trying
What I wouldn’t give to see that broken child inside of me
Tell him it’s gonna be alright, the world is worth the fight
 
[Johnny 3 Tears]
The light will find us even if it blinds us
Our time defines us, nothing can divide us
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing
 
[Danny]
Give me something to believe in
Do you suffer just the same?
Just give me something to believe in
As the world walks away
Is it too much to take?
Is it too much to say?
So as long as I am breathing
I need something to believe in
 
It’s the one fight in our lives that we have to win
 
[Johnny 3 Tears]
I see so many pieces of you broken, this is not the end
Just follow in these footsteps, maybe I could even hold you down
I’d take you in a single breath, I’d never ever breathe again
We make another heaven where every single heart can mend
Listen up, hear me out, I’m the one who’s searching now
Hold your hope, don’t hold it down, you once were lost, but now you’re found
What I wouldn’t give to see, the grace inside of you and me
I know it’s gonna be alright, the world is worth the fight
 
[Johnny 3 Tears]
The light will find us even if it blinds us
Our time defines us, nothing can divide us
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing, if we sing
If we sing
 
[Danny]
Give me something to believe in
Do you suffer just the same?
Just give me something to believe in
As the world walks away
Is it too much to take?
Is it too much to say?
So as long as I am breathing
I need something to believe in
 
[Johnny 3 Tears]
Belief is all that we have, but belief is all that we need
I remember, when I was a kid, fearless against the wind, brought down by the storm within
But from the bottom of a sea, I sang again, and again, and again, and again
Belief is all that we have, but belief is all that we need