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 tale
Of 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 old
All that's left are

Memories
Of 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

RAINY DAY

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do

Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day