Canta Por Mí
El Ultimo De La Fila
Sing For Me
He crossed the past on the road
And he looked at it and couldn't cry
Between dusk and dawn
He did nothing but let himself go
And shining like fireflies
Walking leisurely on time
Fleeing from a material world
They are spirits swept by the wind
And now they go
Towards their abstraction
Give them only peace and a smile
Open sky and air to breathe
The stars fall from their cloak
The fields turn green in a glimmer of light
The meadow is now their home
Where the ear of wheat sprouts among the flower
If life lies to them
They make shields with poems
A peach-colored day
When we all are free
When stones can be eaten
And no one is more than anyone
Sing for me
If I'm not here
The day will come when we will be pure
Like a summer sky over the sea
I will sing for you
If you're not here
