Concierto En Dios Mayor

Fluffy cotton cloud who dressed you in white
Colorful bird, tell me who was your painter
Without quarry and without motor, who makes so many flowers
Who composed that song that the nightingale now sings

Moon, moon, who placed you in that blue sky as a cradle
White star, who gave you life, who gave you your light
When I was a child, I asked the wind, who was the painter of the universe
And a voice from within said: His name is God

That cricket and its song, that mountain and that sea
That ant and that sun, amaze my reason
In a woman's womb, love is growing
One miracle and another one make my heart happy

Companion, who rewarded my life, who gave me your love
And in your eyes, who set my north and my happiness
When I was a child, I asked the wind, who was the painter of the universe
And a voice from within said: His name is God

In the notes of the violin and the roar of the volcano
In the neon lights that illuminate the city
I feel the soul of the painter, I hear the echo of his voice
A Concert in God Major, every day is creation

Moon, moon, who placed you in that blue sky as a cradle...