miércoles, 15 de diciembre de 2010

Si queres,podes:)

Dime por favor,aunque sea una sola vez lo que en realidad  sientes.
Dime lo que en realidad te hace llorar por las noches.
Dime lo que es en realidad lo que te hace gritar.
Dime, tan solo dime,creo poder entender.
Puedo entender tus ganas de llorar,gritar por las oscuras noches.
Puedo entender el odio que llevas con vos todos los días.
Las ganas de correr pensando solo en no frenar,llegar a otro lugar.
Enserada en tu propio mundo,soñando con un día mejor,
Soñando con tal vez mañana despertar sin la maldita idea de morir.


El cielo esta gris,es solo lo que hoy puedes ver.
Caminas por la calle como si nada pasara, sabiendo que la realidad te pesa.
Miras a la gente pasar preguntándote si ellos sufren del mismo modo,
Preguntándote si tu puedes cambiar...
Sus miradas te molestan,el odio en tu mirada aumenta sin razón.
Querida,sabes que el cielo puede cambiar de color,tu puedes mejorar.
Solo intenta,intenta cambiar.Todo estara bien,yo creo en ti:).

Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let´s pretend we´re just two people and
You´re not better than me
I´d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We´re not dumb and we´re not blind
They´re all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter´s rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You´ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don´t know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You´d never take a walk with me

sábado, 4 de diciembre de 2010

Love, love, loveLove, love, love
Love, love, love

There's nothing you can do that can't be done
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy

Nothing you can make that can't be made
No one you can save that can't be saved
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time
It's easy

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

There's nothing you can know that isn't known
Nothing you can see that isn't shown
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're
meant to be
It's easy

All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

All you need is love

All you need is love
All you need is love, love
Love is all you need

Love is all you need...