Now I'm going to sing to you
to children for pretty
the old ones for old people
and love to forget
how many flowers in the plan
how many birds in the sky
how many doves in flight
but how much hawk.
Sopilotes to fly boastful sparrowhawk
the San Juan dove can pluck him
I just want to contemplate your eyes
and kiss your little mouth without equal
that makes me so bad
Damn my luck
my life has been stolen
but they have left me
my love that loves you and will seek you.
Give me my life goodbye
my life no more a kiss
now I give you my life
my life, my life I give you.
In the verses of singing
There is one that I like the most
that fool who is scared
with his shadow when walking
if there is any in the humidity
if there is any that hurts
it hurts that I own
that the truth hurts.
Sopilotes to fly ...... (all the same)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)