Como Panuelos Blancos De Adios

Quickly the sound comes
Shaking the window
Stands near the glass sign
Breaking silence
Waking from charming sleep
To raise the covers from her

And after that conception
Brings the horizon to see abroad
Fifteen, waving a flag
He's leaving on it between his bags
Packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind
Sail waving the sea
Waving to himself

"Maybe it's love", he thinks drinking in the air
The smell is pressing on his face and waving
As he stands there swinging with the trees
Fifteen and drunk on lips
The ones he kissed felt like they were her
Felt like they were her

Carrying some stars in his pocket
Thinking to give gifts
She comes crying the window
Wondering will she miss him when he stood there