Letra de Niños (ingles) de Julieta Venegas
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Letra de NIñOS (INGLES) de JULIETA VENEGAS.
( Julieta Venegas )
Children
To thirty floors(flats) of height opposite to Copacabana´s beach the street smells dampness fruit, sex, suntan lotion sloth.
To thirty floors(flats) of height I see the life that looks and happens to me drinking water of coconut opposite to Copacabana´s beach.
When they give the ten they will not come back home they were remaining there they will not come back home
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live living.
From the asphyxiation and the height I see the fear of the city slept at all it is felt in the air of the violence in which everything turns.
Colombia advances and the world does not know anything and if it(he,she) knows it forgets and everything continues turning to die a day is a part(report) of the life.
Child of pain who hangs of the cars and child of the pain inhales large darkness of the night without anything that to fight lost in the city, already is a part(report) of the landscape
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live living.
At many hours of house I look at the light of the twisted city the immensity of the D.F.
The multitude that in the smog he(she) breathes.
At many hours of house another look observes us and gun-sight and the adorned with feathers serpent I remain caught, it(he,she) cries, is a captive light
Child of the pain doing pirouettes I change of having breadcrumbs(small pieces) or you coin child of the pain who plays at become big stays away of the love, already it is a part(report) of the street.
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live
To thirty floors(flats) of height opposite to Copacabana´s beach the street smells dampness fruit, sex, suntan lotion sloth.
To thirty floors(flats) of height I see the life that looks and happens to me drinking water of coconut opposite to Copacabana´s beach.
When they give the ten they will not come back home they were remaining there they will not come back home
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live living.
From the asphyxiation and the height I see the fear of the city slept at all it is felt in the air of the violence in which everything turns.
Colombia advances and the world does not know anything and if it(he,she) knows it forgets and everything continues turning to die a day is a part(report) of the life.
Child of pain who hangs of the cars and child of the pain inhales large darkness of the night without anything that to fight lost in the city, already is a part(report) of the landscape
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live living.
At many hours of house I look at the light of the twisted city the immensity of the D.F.
The multitude that in the smog he(she) breathes.
At many hours of house another look observes us and gun-sight and the adorned with feathers serpent I remain caught, it(he,she) cries, is a captive light
Child of the pain doing pirouettes I change of having breadcrumbs(small pieces) or you coin child of the pain who plays at become big stays away of the love, already it is a part(report) of the street.
As the cars, light of lamppost like the cats and the tiles like the shops and the mailboxs like garbage for the corners.
As the dogs trying to live
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