I fly low
my love is so
and you so high, so high
looking at my griefs
knowing that I am a man
that is very far from heaven
I fly low
just because you do not love me
and I'm stuck with you
having so many pleasures
I like to feel your steps
having so many women
You and the clouds bring me crazy
you and the clouds are going to kill me
I pa' arriba, I turn very little
you do not know how to look
I was not born pa'pobre
I like everything good
and you will have to love me
or in the battle I die
but that little mouth of yours
You will have to tell me I love you
Tree of hope
that you live only in the field
you say if I do not forget
or tell me if I can not stand it
that after all my eyes
they will fill with tears
You and the clouds bring me crazy
you and the clouds are going to kill me
I pa' arriba, I turn very little
you do not know how to look.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)