El Enviado Del Amor
Los Angeles Negros
The Messenger of Love
Down the hill he goes
A rider on his steed
His saddlebags full
Of new harmonies
They play a song to love
Anguished by hatred
The terrible misunderstanding
His song is pure
Full of hopes
It's a hymn to peace
To the men of the earth
A message they will leave
Let go of grudges
And let peace reign
The walls are painting
Of this sad and gray town
Their facades change
To cheerful tones
Pain has gone
In the fountain
Of the square
Of fresh and clear water
Where girls play
A love probe
Down the hill
The rider returns
On his steed
His joy is great
Today my town sings
In a hymn to peace.
