Clouds
already old to feel me look
they give me visions
I do not know how to express
and they mutter among themselves
with ancient emotion
There goes the man again
to find your love
A warrior wins a battle
and breathe before returning
raise your eyes, see the clouds
that from a young age he sees
again distinguish very soft birds
rocks as in pilgrimage
women taking off their saya
gods on horseback under the sun.
And the clouds
already old to feel him look
they give him visions that I do not know how to express
and mutter among themselves with ancient emotion
there goes the man again to look for his love.
The sweeper finished his street early
and closing the brass
before going to bathe
raise your eyes, see the clouds
that from a young age he sees
and see run like 79 elephants
wax and cotton cathedrals
umbrellas, mills
the neighbor next door
men of the west
what do I know?
And the clouds
already old to feel him look
they give you visions
I do not know how to express
and mutter among themselves with ancient emotion
There goes the man again to look for his love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)