It will be for your home
Made of ruins and mysteries
Because you broke the rock
To win a couple of media.
Or for your throw stones
The most famous of the hill
With the best fork
Of the guava and hard rubber.
It will be for all this
That my memory goes up at times
Like your kites
The invincible, the cheapest.
And it lifts the weight
Narciso the mocho to wear
Together with the elect
Those that do not fit in death.
Chorus
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
It goes bolina the imagination
Good blade not peak.
Once from your hands
A colonel came out shining
What a perfect bird
How many colors, how nice singing.
None of us
I was going to blow it, you know
It was an expensive commission
The one who commanded, the one who had.
You were in your fist
That money of sadness
Brandy money
From the sun of Cuba from beer
And we follow you all
To celebrate it dirty and crazy
For you gold letter
And candy for us
Chorus
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
It goes bolina the imagination
Good blade not peak
People were crazy about you
When in the afternoon you went up drunk
You answered stones
And curses your boys
You were the character
Of the trajines of your town
You were for grace
You were an old man, you were black.
One night respect
Low and put you beautiful crown
Respect for mortals
That dead at last made you a person
Poor than he thought
Poor of all those people
That the most important day
Of your existence was that of your death
Chorus
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
The kite falls, falls, falls, falls, falls
It goes bolina the imagination
Good blade not peak.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)