lunes, abril 21, 2008

Noa . Genes & Jeans

Little girl so young and tender
braids are thrown upon her back
in the pages of her book the world is
white and black

She is wearing heavy glasses
far from who she dreamt to be
little one, her father tells her,
close your eyes and see...

The eyes of love
don’t know your name
don’t see the color of your skin
the eyes of love
don’t know where you’ve been
the eyes of love
don’t know your age
don’t see the lines you try to hide
the eye of love
see only what’s inside

Little girl has grown and flowered
glasses tiny, in her eyes
she can see a lot more clearly,
still at night she cries

Never happy with the mirror
she will shun all who adore
little one her father tells her
open up your door...

The eyes of love...

The light shining bright from your heart...

3 comentarios:

fccv dijo...

bufff, ahi me has dao....

excepcional cantante. Algo imprescindible para quien le mole la musica.

Aparte aunque no es guapa, tiene "aquel no se que, que , que se yo....."

La semana pasada salio en "no disparen al pianista"
Tambien muy recomendable

Carlos dijo...

fccv: ... fantástica y además atractiva, mucho, yo prefiero mil veces ese "no se que, que se yo" que la belleza forzada a golpe de bisturí (pero vamos .... ni comparación).

fccv dijo...

si es que detras de ese cuerpo de robocop estas hecho un romanticon.....