Tres Versos Para Una Historia

The tale of Manuel

A man lived here yesterday
Today only his son Manuel lives
He searches for his father, wants to know
Where his tears can burn
He was five years old that day
His mother said he went on a trip
Nothing has changed from that room
A carnation lies on the bed
Every night and every dawn
He runs to the room looking for him
His mother says: Son Manuel
Maybe tomorrow, let's have faith
He grew up dreaming of seeing the day
From his bedtime story
His mother then said: Manuel
Only the truth will bring him back

Goodbye my love

From this cell where hatred has confined
The smile, my beloved
I bleed in the absence of your hands
And I fall asleep, with your universe
Which is strength and life in the hope of the children
Who remained
But if I die in the misery of not seeing you again
Rise up, pick me up
The sacrifice of the flesh has not been in vain
Rise up, pick me up
The sacrifice of my body has not been in vain
Goodbye my love
Goodbye

I am part of this story

You search for me
And do not find me
But I am here
I am like you
I have not disappeared
I am a living reflection
I hear trains rushing by
And shouts of vendors
You search for me
And do not find me
But I am here
I never left
Juan finished school
And even if it's very late
He will seek the truth
You and he will find me

See, I am here
Where I never left
I am here
And sometimes I sing
I can see you dancing alone
So that no one forgets
Because I am part of this story
My children are here, my tomorrow
My tomorrow, my tomorrow