Idioma Origen:
Sitting at the window staring down
Listen to the people shuffle around
Hear the children laughing
Feel the morning breeze
Sunlight warms his skin
The autumn air is taken in
A nearby bird sings its song for him
A room with a view
You´re looking at him
He´s looking through you
A room with a view
Who´s fooling who
There´s got to be something that he knew
So there he sits and some may wonder
About the sly grin on his face
Yet little do they know
(they don´t have a clue)
The boundaries of his wisdom
In the solitude of his kingdom
Idioma Destino:
Sitting at the window staring down
Listen to the people shuffle around
Hear the children laughing
Feel the morning breeze
Sunlight warms his skin
The autumn air is taken in
A nearby bird sings its song for him
A room with a view
You´re looking at him
He´s looking through you
A room with a view
Who´s fooling who
There´s got to be something that he knew
So there he sits and some may wonder
About the sly grin on his face
Yet little do they know
(they don´t have a clue)
The boundaries of his wisdom
In the solitude of his kingdom