Texty: Eduardo Cautiño. Viajero. Dustbrooms & Rainbows.

Flowers in a basket, cherries in a bowl
open window to the sky, another pot of gold
Water in the kettle, tea bag in a cup
bouncing off the kitchen table
rays of light are breaking up
just like pieces of a puzzle
that break apart like lemon drops

Dust brooms and rainbows, who can explain?
Life is a circle of sunshine and rain
Dust brooms and rainbows, always close together
like the blues and the weather
who knows where the rain goes

My imagination is a river of creation
metaphors and magic dreams
of color transformation
Trees in the forest, fish in the sea
without dust, without us
the rainbow would not be
Just like pieces of a puzzle

Dust brooms and rainbows, who can explain?
Life is a circle of sunshine and rain
Dust brooms and rainbows, always close together
like the blues and the weather
who knows where the rain goes

Everyday I pic my broom
sweep the floor and dust the moon
Living in a world of dreams
the universe is hanging on a string

Johnny and your sister
a fire place in winter
the bees and the flowers
the sun the moon at zero hour
Sleepless river
my love flows back to you forever
looking through your eyes
an open window to the sky.


(Gracias a Margarita por esta letra)