Luz María - Gian Marco

Mojada entre sus risas

A orillas de un rio,

Ella descubrio el amor.

Llevada entre sus labios, candida inocencia

Y en el alma un fragil corazon,

La vida le ha enseñado a reposar tristezas

En un tibio viento del atardecer

Comprende que en la vida todo tiene un precio

Luz Maria calla sin saber porque

Vino de los campos

Vino de tan lejos,

Sin imaginar que el sol no brilla igual

Que desde una ventana pintan los paisajes

Donde un dia sueñan regresar

Venciendo las distancias de una madrugada junto a las estrellas

Camina luz maria que al final del campo esta

La primavera

Un adios, un amor, una recompensa

Un ramo de emociones

Se puso escondido entre tus maletas

Extrañas los perfumes de un viejo recuerdo

Tu mayor deseo es poder recobrar

La brisa de aquel rio que borro el camino

De rgreso a casa y poder descansar

Vino de los campos

Vino de tan lejos,

Sin imaginar que el sol no brilla igual

Que desde una ventana pintan los paisajes

Donde un dia sueñan regresar

Venciendo las distancias de una madrugada junto a las estrellas

Camina luz maria que al final del campo esta

La primavera

Wet in her laughter

On the banks of a river,

She discovered love.

Carried between her lips, candid innocence

And in her soul a fragile heart,

Life has taught him to rest sadness

In a warm evening wind

Understand that everything in life has a price

Luz Maria is silent without knowing why

wine from the fields

Came from so far

Without imagining that the sun does not shine the same

That from a window they paint the landscapes

Where one day they dream of returning

Overcoming the distances of an early morning next to the stars

Light Maria walks, at the end of the field is

Spring

A goodbye, a love, a reward

A bouquet of emotions

It was hidden between your suitcases

You miss the perfumes of an old memory

Your greatest wish is to be able to recover

The breeze from that river that erased the path

Back home and be able to rest

wine from the fields

Came from so far

Without imagining that the sun does not shine the same

That from a window they paint the landscapes

Where one day they dream of returning

Overcoming the distances of an early morning next to the stars

Light Maria walks, at the end of the field is

Spring