Romero

At thirteen years,
with a life already planned
In Rome would grow
from boy to man
For the voiceless ones,
a saviour close at hand
Who pours the oil
on troubled lands
To each and everyone,
a message just begun
He will rise in man and boy
In girl and woman too,
and maybe in you
In San Salvador,
a new voice came to speak
To try and free what some might keep,
It broke his heart,
to fight against his own
While others failed to rock this boat
To each and everyone,
a message just begun
He will rise in man and boy
In girl and woman too,
and maybe in you
An assassin’s gun
cut down what was sown
But the bullet can never pierce the soul
To each and everyone,
a message just begun
He will rise in man and boy
In girl and woman too,
and maybe in you
De colores,
de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores,
de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores,
de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mi
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mi
me gustan a mi
me gustan a mi