Intrap - BJ The King

Me enamoré de ti como aquel niño Que se enamora de un juguete caro Pero yo sé que tú me niegas tu cariño Por qué no tengo dinero pa' comprarlo Soy humilde lo sé por mi pobreza No quieres darme ni un poquito de tu amor Se que tu contemplas tu belleza Y la riqueza que te ofrece solo amor Juguete es el amor por que en la vida Como un juego se engaña al corazón Yo como un niño me enamoré de un imposible Que está jugando con mi vida y con mi amor Juguete es el amor por que en la vida Como un juego se engaña al corazón Yo como un niño me enamoré de un imposible Que está jugando con mi vida y con mi amor Juguete es el amor por que en la vida Como un juego se engaña al corazón Yo como un niño me enamoré de un imposible Que está jugando con mi vida y con mi amor Juguete es el amor por que en la vida Como un juego se engaña al corazón Yo como un niño me enamoré de un imposible Que está jugando con mi vida y con mi amor

The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning It's time to sing Your song again Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me Let me be singing when the evening comes Bless the Lord Oh my soul, oh my soul Worship His holy name Sing like never before Oh my soul I'll worship Your holy name What a beautiful Name it is What a beautiful Name it is The Name of Jesus Christ my King What a beautiful Name it is Nothing compares to this What a beautiful Name it is The Name of Jesus You have no rival, You have no equal Now and forever, Our God reigns Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the glory Yours is the Name, above all names Bless the Lord Oh my soul, oh my soul Worship His holy name What a beautiful Name it is What a beautiful Name it is The Name of Jesus Christ my King Sing like never before Oh my soul Worship his holy name The name of Jesus

The Dance of the Puppets The rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king. The keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants The funeral march, The cracked brass bells will ring; To summon back the fire witch To the court of the crimson king. The gardener plants an evergreen Whilst trampling on a flower. I chase the wind of a prism ship To taste the sweet and sour. The pattern juggler lifts his hand; The orchestra begin. As slowly turns the grinding wheel In the court of the crimson king. On soft gray mornings widows cry The wise men share a joke; I run to grasp divining signs To satisfy the hoax. The yellow jester does not play But gentle pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance In the court of the crimson king.