Cancion -Pintando el cielo (ingles)

A blue cloud, shadow of a storm and the fall, you
Spring is always need to flee
eyes to a world of transparent
I should have kissed most urgently-Habert
I should have offered more in every way
but I fell in love with the seagulls
flying at other nests.

An appointment today of those Sunday
I could-save of all spells
I'll be at the bar
where they cross my path
where I dismembered my friends
where I'm arguing the need of a kiss
in diaphanous iris betrayed the hand of a bad wine.

I spend my life
looking for an enigma
painting in the sky
I'm dying in your laughter
I have not been in a better station in your chest
I spend my life
looking for a painting in the sky enigma
and if I sentences
I choose the crucifixion in your hair.

And walks Madrid
the rhythm of my footsteps
and a heart that sounds like blasphemy
I ask a favor
to single stars of the night
and I miss the complicity of the car
looking for parking as who sought encouragement
and all the red lights
points were wasted.

I spend my life
looking for an enigma
painting in the sky
I'm dying in your laughter
I have not been in a better station in your chest
I spend my life
looking for a painting in the sky enigma
and if I sentences
I choose the crucifixion in your hair.


Seed in the ground

It hurts like a knife life is sometimes painful
and has nothing to do with your mouth
that is sometimes made to kiss than bite
announcing sanity and crazy sometimes
It hurts because the skin is not inert matter
It hurts because the will is sometimes grieve.

Trembles with fear as life
there are times that trembles
and has nothing to do with the air
that moves your clothes in stark moon
tightening loose and evokes and makes me crazy
trembling beats you provoke
and also because the will is trembling at times.

And everyone in his way
frightening sings his sorrows
And each in his own destiny
suns fills his veins.
And here I'm still in my trench, heart
throwing stones against the final frontier
Which separates the sea from the sky
the color of your ways
which brings me to the war, to be seed in the ground.

And do not ask me much, heart
I have little air in the lung
I have is a castle in the sky
if you come to my corner scythe
Wrap your forehead sweat
and give a kiss to all if I die ...

Laugh, life is sometimes like a volcano laughing
and has nothing to do with time
He laughs because for it we are so mild
as the modesty blue smoke is clear
crying laughing because you deserve it
and also because the desire is to laugh
sometimes.

Live the life out of compassion
sometimes they live
and has nothing to do with death
And when that moment
let me see
that there is greater freedom
to have you in front
and no one is acquitted
not wanting
and live for to will is to live twice.

And if everything is the seed will not hurt the chip
bleeding from my side
gait your child, and I do not say anything,
let me
at my window with his feet on the other hand,
I smoke my morning.