Todo es de color [English translation]

Everyone tells of their worries

Asking for understanding

He who tells of his joy

Doesn’t understand those who suffered

Lord of infinite space

You who have peace there between your hands

Pour it out Lord, I beg you

And teach my brothers to love

Of what happens in the world

By God, I don’t understand it

The thistle always screaming

And the flower always quiet

Let the flower scream

And let the thistle fall silent

And all those who are my enemies

Let them be my brothers

Let’s go down that path

And see what light we can find

That light that is in the ground

And that which we have extinguished

Lord of infinite space

You who have peace there between your hands

Pour it out Lord, I beg you

And teach my brothers to love

And show them the beauty of life

And how to comfort all wounds

And how to love with pure love the entire world

And how to always search for peace Lord and to hate war

In that garden there have entered

Four men and by force

And without compassion, they have taken

The rose that I loved

And later they have maltreated it

And who can prove to me

That Christ wasn’t a gypsy

Or that he couldn’t sing

The flowers on your balcony

The flowers on your balcony

Cry to see you again, as far as I know