Los Días Felices
Luis Miguel
The Happy Days
The world trembles and understood your heart
The misery
If the wolf walks in your harvest
And he teaches you your sorrow
Terror leaves every house and sows
That in your land you will be a God
After the war
I will heal my open blood
With the flour of your peace, sower
The happy age will be reborn and a new sun
It will mature, what great forgetfulness you will sow in every resentment
It gives you life in its root
The astral fruit of hope
Humanity will flourish with the happy age
I will let my field sleep and I will ask my plow
Not to change
Only then does the grain germinate
From a great dream and by faith the sun rises
If I am drunk with hatred because I am not an angel yet an angel
Sower give me your hands
We will suffer but now we are two
The happy age will be reborn and a new sun
It will mature, what great forgetfulness you will sow in every resentment
It gives you life in its root
The astral fruit of hope
Humanity will flourish with the happy age
