Lyrics and translation X Alfonso - Santa

Santa

Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardín ni flores
Gente, que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela.
Santa, lo que quiero yo, es ofrecer mi alma,
Para que tu bendición, llegue al que le hace falta
Para ver mariposa azul, sobre sus caras,
Para aquel que no tiene na, un poco de esperanza ...
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente, que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela...
Te ofreceré mi alma .
Santa, lo que pido lo que quiero yo, es ofrecer mi alma
Para que tu bendición, llegue al que le hace falta
Ya que no puedo verte pon tu miel de abeja sobre mi café
Ya que solo me escuchas y en silencio grito un poco mas de fe...
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Santa
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Oye respeta
Los precios cada día suben mas
La bolsa de valores no varia
Y sin embargo seguimos en la misma porqueria
Desafiando cada dia la pobreza
Y poco, disfrutando la riqueza
De los paises pobres
Y si van al medico para que si no tienes la peseta
Entonces que hacer seguir luchando con el filo de la lengua
Respeta
Hay que los pueblos cada dia rezan
Esperando por un dios que no regresa
A Que le ponga fin a este mundo lleno de tristeza
Que gasta en el diezmo en guerra armamento
Y le ponen a su propio corazón un tormento
Por que tenemos que pasar por estos malos momentos
Somos blancos y negros solo, con diferentes pigmentos
Oye respeta
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Gente, sin luna sin soles, gente sin jardin ni flores
Gente que en su pecho llega, gente que con alas no vuela
Santaa alalalala alalala
Hay de los pueblos cada día rezan esperando por un dios
Gente gente
Santa yo te daré y te daré te ofreceré mi almaaaa
Hee

Saint

People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings.
Saint, what I want to do, is offer my soul.
So, that your blessing, reach those who need it
To watch the blue butterfly, fly on their faces
For those who don't have anything, a little bit of hope...
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings...
I will offer you my soul.
Saint, What I ask for is what I want to do, is offer my soul
So, that your blessing, reach those who need it
Since I cannot see you, put your honey of bees on my coffee
Since you only listen to me and in silence I cry for a little more faith...
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings
Saint
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings
Hey Respect
Prices go up every day
The stock market doesn't change
And yet we continue in the same mess
Defying poverty every day
And little, enjoying wealth
Of poor countries
And if they go to the doctor, why if you don't have the money?
Then what to do, keep fighting with the edge of the tongue
Respect
Because every day the people pray
Waiting for a god who does not return
To put an end to this world full of sadness
Who spends on the tithe in war armament
And they put a torment on their own hearts
Why do we have to go through these bad times?
We are blacks and whites only, with different pigmentation
Hey Respect
People, without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People, who arrive in their hearts, people, who don't fly with wings
People without a moon in the sky, without flowers in the garden
People who arrive in their hearts, people who don't fly with wings
Saint alalalala alalala
Hey the people pray every day waiting for a god
People people
Saint I will give you and I will give you I will offer you my souullll
Hee