las letras 

8- the colours of the world
(Nina Tisch y Brad Ross - arreglo instrumental: G.Gardelín)
(3.27)
 
There is nothing like the purple,
in a dawn that´s just begun.
There is nothing like the orange,
in a blazin´ setting sun.
Oh the earth has many secrets,
she can dazzle every eye
with the emerald green of mountains,
and the azure blue of sky.
 
The colours of the world
are rich beyond compare.
As thick and darks as moonless nights
or soft and light as aire.
Whenever I forget
that miracles abound,
I look around and marvel at the
wondrous colours of the world.
 
There´s no gold that´s quite as precious
as the gold of autumn leaves,
in the tapestry of colours that the hand of nature weaves.
It´s a gift we all should trasure, one we can´t afford to lose,
when the earth reveals her glory,
in her brilliant shades and hues.
 
 
The colours of the world
are rich beyond compare.
as thick and darks as moonless nights
or soft and light as aire.
Whenever I forget
that miracles abound,
I look around and marvel at the
wondrous colours of the world.
 
They´re always shifting, always changing everywhere you go.
No work of art could ever match their glow.
 
The colours of the world
are rich beyond compare.
As thick and darks as moonless nights
or soft and light as aire.
Whenever I forget
that miracles abound,
I look around and then I see
the gift the earth has given me,
for everyday she colours me
a wondrous world.

 

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