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Abstract Photos 1980 - 1981 - 1982 Crystal Landscape 48 "Todo es de color" - Everything Is In Colour
Dedicado al poema "Todo es de color", poema del poeta José Manuel Flores que escribió las letras de bastantes canciones de Lole y Manuel. Pero por no querer comercializar con su poesía, en los créditos de los discos aparece Manuel Molina como autor.
Dedicated to the poem "Everything is color", poem of the poet José Manuel Flores, who wrote the lyrics of many songs from Lole y Manuel. But not wanting to trade withhis poetry, in the credits of the disks appears as author Manuel Molina.
Todo Es De Color
Todo el mundo cuenta sus penas
pidiendo la comprension quien cuenta sus alegrias no comprende al que sufrio
Señor de los espacios infinitos
tu que tienes la paz ahi entre las manos derramala Señor te lo suplico y enseñales a amar a mis hermanos
de lo que pasa en el mundo
por Dios que no entiendo nada el cardo siempre gritando y la flor siempre callada
que grite la flor
y que se calle el cardo y todo aquel que sea mi enemigo que sea hermano
vallamos por esa senda
a ver que luz encontramos esa luz que esta en la tierra y que los hombres apagamos
Señor de los espacios infinitos
tu que tienes la paz ahi entre las manos derramala Señor te lo suplico y enseñales a amar a mis hermanos
y enseñales lo bello de la vida
y a ser consuelo en todas las heridas y amar con blanco amor toda la tierra y buscar siempre la paz Señor y odiar la guerra
y en aquel jardin han entrado
cuatro hombres a por fia y sin compasion se han llevado la rosa que yo queria y luego la han despreciado
y quien me puede demostrar
que Cristo no fue gitano ni que sabia cantar las flores de tu balcón las flores de tu balcón lloran por verte, que lo se yo |
Everything Is In Colour
Everyone tells of their worries
Asking for understanding He who tells of his joy Doesn’t understand those who suffered
Lord of infinite space
You who have peace there between your hands Pour it out Lord, I beg you And teach my brothers to love
Of what happens in the world
By God, I don’t understand it The thistle always screaming And the flower always quiet
Let the flower scream
And let the thistle fall silent And all those who are my enemies Let them be my brothers
Let’s go down that path
And see what light we can find That light that is in the ground And that which we have extinguished
Lord of infinite space
You who have peace there between your hands Pour it out Lord, I beg you And teach my brothers to love
And show them the beauty of life
And how to comfort all wounds And how to love with pure love the entire world And how to always search for peace Lord and to hate war
In that garden there have entered
Four men and by force And without compassion, they have taken The rose that I loved
And later they have maltreated it
And who can prove to me That Christ wasn’t a gypsy Or that he couldn’t sing
The flowers on your balcony
The flowers on your balcony Cry to see you again, as far as I know |
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