Monday, December 7, 2015

David Bisbal "Torre De Babel"



We are chips
of chess in a game of power, it is necessary to learn how to live in harmony,
because while some die of starvation, others wasting time and money on things
with not sense, that is clear, this is a call, and wake up time is short!

Look well,
everything goes wrong and everything is upside down, and there may not be a
second chance to watch the Red Roses of Eden.

Hey Brother
look well, the ground beneath our feet is opening, and you will fall no matter
where you are, on top of the ruins of the Tower of Babel.

About our Pact
is nothing left, we have not given You what you were expecting, Your broken
heart, now bleeding in pain.

For a helmsman
a group of blind people, which has anchored on this sea of people, where nobody
matters, nothing has its place, where only we can breathe so much desolation of
tears in the wind, and is a cross in the middle of the procession.

Look well,
everything goes wrong and everything is upside down, and there may not be a
second chance to watch the Red Roses of Eden.

Hey Brother
look well, the ground beneath our feet is opening, and you will fall no matter
where you are, on top of the ruins of the Tower of Babel.

It is
necessary that I talk to you about the subject, problems are happening, or you are
saved or you are sentenced.  Some in
alcohol they drown the sorrows, others in the neighborhood are opening their
veins, row, that the boat is getting burned, I see blood in the scene.  If I were you, I will accept Jesus Christ and
I wear the emblem: pick me up, and change the system.

Only you
decide your end, I want to talk to you, Only cry is what is left, the world is going
bad, I do not want to deceive you, just stop and think, we have to react, time
is running out.
Blind, stupid
and indifferent people, feverish mass of rich and poor, grass ready to cut, they
don't know where they are going.

We are a
sinister chess chips, betting our bodies, power game, planting fire everywhere.
Men of reason,
endangered species, consciousness has died, and only the echo of disappointment
is left.
Wake Up, that
your time is short, open your eyes, before the abyss, where suffering doesn’t
matter, because you are a prisoner of your selfishness.

Do not turn
your back to the cries of the people, that what kills is being indifferent, do not
go around the storm, because at the end you will be the one who pay will pay
for it.

I want
transparent sky, in the whole world.

Sometimes suffering,
teaches you how to live.  Stop pretending,
don't wait to die, in th
is pavement jungle we have to resist.  Start giving to received.

Only you
decide your end, I want to talk to you, Only cry is what is left, the world is going
bad, I do not want to deceive you, just stop and think, we have to react, time
is running out.
Look well,
everything goes wrong and everything is upside down, and there may not be a
second chance to watch the Red Roses of Eden.



Hey Brother
look well, the ground beneath our feet is opening, and you will fall no matter
where you are, on top of the ruins of the Tower of Babel. 

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