Versión: Isaías Garde
Esa flor rara, el sol,
Es simplemente lo que dices.
Que sea a tu manera.
El mundo es feo,
Y la gente está triste.
Esa cresta de plumas selváticas,
Ese ojo animal,
Es exactamente lo que dices.
Ese salvaje de fuego,
Esa semilla,
Que sea a tu manera.
El mundo es feo,
Y la gente está triste.
Gubbinal
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
That tuft of jungle feathers,
That animal eye,
Is just what you say.
That savage of fire,
That seed,
Have it your way.
The world is ugly,
And the people are sad.
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