Dime Por qué (Mis Preguntas A Dios)
Marcos Witt
Tell Me Why (My Questions to God)
And tell me why
When I feel progress
There's always someone trying to bring me down
And tell me why
My progress brings joy to some
But torments others
And tell me why
When I want to fly
Opinions try to anchor me
Tell me why
My joy is surrounded
By murmuring
Is it that there's no joy in joy
That applause doesn't exist if it doesn't come
With double intention?
Is it that joy is lonely?
Can I rest
In the garden of your love?
And tell me why
There are moments when I feel
In dark solitude
And tell me why
Tears can't clean
The dust off my soul
Tell me why
There are whole days when I feel
So distant
Why do I so easily forget
That you're always there?
You're always there, embracing me, lifting me up
Is it that there's no joy in joy
That applause doesn't exist if it doesn't come
With double intention?
Is it that joy is lonely?
Can I rest
In the garden of your love?
Tell me why so much love