CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Painters (Demo)

Eighty years, an old lady now
Sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her
And of times long ago when she used to color carelessly
Painted his portrait a thousand times or maybe just his smile
And her and her canvas would follow him wherever they would go
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world

Oil-streaked daisies covеred the living room walls
He put watеr-colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you
I wanna give you the mountains, the sunshine
The sunset too
I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
'Cause I'm a painter and I want to paint you
A lovely world"

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love
They made it an art to live by
They painted every passion, every home
Created every beautiful child
In winter, they were weavers of warmth
In summer, they were carpenters of love
They thought blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow
And they were painters and they had painted themselves
A lovely world