Caminando Por Las Nubes
Victor Manuel
Walking on Clouds
Walking on clouds
I see the world in color
But when I’m down on the ground
Everything changes under the sun.
Walking on clouds
Among fields of cotton,
Carried by the wind
With the wings of love.
It’s not the rain that makes me cry
It’s the feeling of rising
Of floating above the rest.
Walking on clouds
Without an umbrella or a helm
Scratching the stars
Blinded by the sun.
Walking on clouds
Between blues and whites,
With my eyes wide open,
Fully aware and clear.
Walking on clouds,
With seagulls and a hawk,
With sparrows and kites,
With the wings of love.
