I will not change the grass for nothing
I will not change the flame of the home
I will not change the light this morning
nor these hills that sleep in the sun.
I will not change tonight's moon
I will not change the land by the sea
I will not change the magic of silence
that every night he comes to kiss me.
I have life on an old clock
I have wounds in my soul.
I would not change a minute of love for anything.
I have life on an old clock
I have wounds in my soul,
I would not change a minute of love for anything.
I will not change the dew drops
I will not change the falcon's flight
I will not change the yellow flakes
nor the cicadas that die in the sun.
I will not change the rain this fall
I will not change the corner of the rosebush
I will not change the voice of my guitar
that in the distance he insists on crying.
I have life on an old clock
I have wounds in my soul
I would not change a minute of love for anything.
I have life on an old clock,
I have wounds in my soul
I would not change a minute of love for anything.
I have wounds in the lama
I would not change a minute of love for anything.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)