Flores Del Color de La Mentira
Café Tacvba
Flowers of the Color of Lies
(a capella)
(In the land behind my eyes,
A leader stands in the fight)
Defending entire towns of silent ideas,
Murdered for being different from others.
In the field in the middle of my ears,
Crippled rows of thoughts,
They have decided to celebrate their differences,
For they do not understand the desire to be all the same.
I would like to sing, I would like to bloom,
With my own seeds, I no longer want to sow
and only harvest flowers of the color of lies.
THE GUITAR SOLO COMES IN
In the land behind my eyes,
A leader stands in the fight,
Defending populations
of silent ideas, murdered for being
Different from others.
I would like to sing, I would like to bloom,
With my own seeds, I no longer want to sow
and only harvest flowers of the color of lies.
THIS SOLO ALSO COMES IN
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Collaboration by Arutro
chinotacvbo_2@msn.com
(a capella)
(In the land behind my eyes,
A leader stands in the fight)
Defending entire towns of silent ideas,
Murdered for being different from others.
In the field in the middle of my ears,
Crippled rows of thoughts,
They have decided to celebrate their differences,
For they do not understand the desire to be all the same.
I would like to sing, I would like to bloom,
With my own seeds, I no longer want to sow
and only harvest flowers of the color of lies.
THE GUITAR SOLO COMES IN
In the land behind my eyes,
A leader stands in the fight,
Defending populations
of silent ideas, murdered for being
Different from others.
I would like to sing, I would like to bloom,
With my own seeds, I no longer want to sow
and only harvest flowers of the color of lies.
THIS SOLO ALSO COMES IN
