Los Niños de Las Flores
Viernes Verde
The Children of the Flowers
Before taking his hand, he sighs with four leaves in the wind
And asks the ground of years to play a little with the children of the flowers.
While your brother's dying, he runs to find his lips
And begs you on his knees to play a little with the children of the flowers.
Give them at least a second...
Who are the ones that don’t lie, the ones outside
Or the ones inside? Everyone wants one thing,
To play a little with the children of the flowers.
Give them at least a second...
How to know who’s the crazy one, the one who doesn’t understand
Or the one who thinks, if everything is the same, the same, the same in this cell.
Before taking his hand, he sighs with four leaves in the wind,
And asks the ground of years to play a little, play a little.
