Gritenme Piedras Del Campo
Linda Ronstadt
Shout at Me, Stones of the Field
I'm like the wind that blows
Around this world
I wander through many pleasures
But none of them are mine
I'm like a bird in a cage
Trapped and sunk in your love
Even if the cage is golden
It's still a prison
Mountains and valleys, speak to me
Shout at me, stones of the field
When have you seen in life
Love like I'm loving
Cry like I'm crying
Die like I'm dying
Sometimes I feel like the sun
And the world means nothing to me
Then I wake up and laugh
I'm much less than nothing
In the end, I'm in this world
Like a feather in the air
Aimlessly I go through life
And for that, you're to blame
