क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marc Anthony
Marc Anthony
Vocals
Ruben Blades
Ruben Blades
Vocals
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Acoustic Guitar
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Piano
Steve Cropper
Steve Cropper
Guitar
Vincent Nguini
Vincent Nguini
Guitar
Rubén Rodríguez
Rubén Rodríguez
Bass
Robby Ameen
Robby Ameen
Drums
Bobby Franceschini
Bobby Franceschini
Soprano Saxophone
Oriente Lopez
Oriente Lopez
Flute
Pablo Calogaro
Pablo Calogaro
Bass Clarinet
David Rodriguez
David Rodriguez
Trumpet
Ozzie Meléndez
Ozzie Meléndez
Trombone
Krista Bennion Feeney
Krista Bennion Feeney
Violin
Paul Peabody
Paul Peabody
Violin
Juliet Hafner
Juliet Hafner
Viola
Laura Bontrager
Laura Bontrager
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Composer
Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Simon
Paul Simon
Producer
Oscar Hernandez
Oscar Hernandez
Producer
Roy Halee
Roy Halee
Producer
Andy Smith
Andy Smith
Recording Engineer

गाने

I speak to you in Jesus's name
As Jesus speaks through me
The evil we do can't be blamed upon our destiny
I have walked through the valley of death-row to the shore
I have stumbled through silvery water to my savior, my Salvador!
It took me four years to learn
I was in prison not in church
And two more to begin the book of my soul's search
Time is an ocean of endless tears
A wild boy from the streets of El Barrio
An orphan from the hills of Mayaguez
And when I wrote my story
The words flew from the page
And my soul in solitary
Escaped its iron cage
Time is an ocean of endless tears
Mama, I got your letter today
The next time that you write I'll be transferred far away
I'm leaving Greenhaven's towers of stone
Where the Latin population will soon be minus one
Time is an ocean of endless tears
I know how hard it's been for you these many years
You say the Aguinaldo makes you dream of home
Where once we strolled the beach at El Malecon
Go back don't you worry, I am your grown-up son
The politics of prison are a mirror of the street
The poor endure oppression
The police control the state
Correctional facility
That's what they call this place
But look around and you will see
The politics of race
A forest and a prison
Where the snow and guards are white
If you want to keep your sanity
You'll teach yourself to write
You were a child of sixteen
With a twelve-year-old mind
You came here numb and battered
By the streets I left behind
I'll take the evil in me
And turn it into good
Though all your institutions
Never thought I could
So now I'll turn to say goodbye
I'll keep your image in my eye
I turn around to say goodbye
I'll keep your image with me till the day I die
Time is an ocean of endless tears
Written by: Derek Walcott, Paul Simon
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