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If I were a drop of water
I will be the dripping rain
I would run along the rocks
I would Dig the land of treasures
I would be a drop of water
Hide me under the ground
Without they noticing me
Discreetly water the earth

If i were a drop of X 4

If i were a drop of water
Hide me under the ground
Without they noticing me

Discreetly water the earth X 4

I would be a drop of water
Hide me under the ground
Without they noticing me
Discreetly water the earth

Here's a tale
That's lost in time
Forgotten taleOf kingdom old
On mountain peak
There was a king
Who ruled with might
On golden throne
Forgotten throne
People loved their
King and queen
They ruled with love
But not for long
Betrayal fell
Upon the king
And his queen
On fields of gold
So long ago
All that's left are
Weeds and thorns
Where light once shined
On kingdom oldAll that's left are
MemoriesOf king so bold
And his golden throne
Forgotten throne

ES:

No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo
No sé que tienen las flores
Las flores del campo santo

Que cuando las mueve el viento
Parece que están llorando

A un santo cristo de fierro (llorona)
Mis penas le conté yo
A un santo cristo de fierro, llorona
Mis penas le conté yo

Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró
Y cuales serían mis penas, llorona
Que el santo cristo lloró

Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío
Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío

Dicen que no tengo duelo
Porque no me ven llorar
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
Porque no me ven llorar

Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y es más grande su penar
Hay muertos que no hacemos ruido
Y es más grande mi penar

No creas que porque canto (llorona)
Tengo el corazón alegre
No creas que porque canto, llorona
Tengo el corazón alegre

También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede
También de dolor se canta, llorona
Cuando llorar no se puede

Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo
Hay de mi, llorona
Llorona llévame contigo

Y cúbreme con tu manto, llorona
Porque me muero de frío



EN:

I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field
I don't know what's wrong with the flowers
The flowers of the holy field

That when the wind moves them
They seem to be crying

To a holy iron Christ (Llorona (weeping woman))
I told my sorrows
To a holy iron christ, Llorona
I told my sorrows

And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept
And how great were my sorrows, Llorona
That the holy Christ wept

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold
And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold

They say I don't grieve
Because they don't see me cry
They say I don't grieve, Llorona
Because they don't see me cry

There are dead people who don't make a noise
Yet their sorrow is greater
There are dead people whom we don't make a noise
Yet my sorrow is greater

Don't think that because I sing (Llorona)
I have a happy heart
Don't think that because I sing, Llorona
I have a happy heart

Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When one cannot cry
Also from pain one sings, Llorona
When we cannot cry

Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you
Oh my, Llorona
Llorona take me with you

And cover me with your mantle, Llorona
For I'm dying of cold