You give me the glory through your eyes
You turn me into Sunday, every day of the week.
you take me to the sky and in a shooting star
You give me the whole world to the sound of a jingle.
To the sound of the bells on Sundays in the sky
songs, miracles and flowers are confused
to the sound of the bells on Sundays in the sky
to the beat of the sparrows, I sing to you what I love you.
The rain rattles dancing on my body
while I pray your name, to the rhythm of the movement.
You take me to the sky so close to the old sun
that dawns at midnight with the moon open in bloom.
To the sound of spring winter warms
autumn is naked and summer wakes up.
Cascabeleando life and trot eternity
love is a heartbeat that never stops ringing
Only among all we can make this a better place :)