Volar
Dame your hand that even is early
I must wake up at night
I watch the sky and it already is to grow dark
and today I can fly today I can kiss
a black sky like the water of your love
and to fly to see the sea
and in your arms feel to float my body if
your you fall I desaparecere
and not to fly to see the sea
and in your kisses feel my lebertad
this never debera history not to finish
talves we did not prune to fly to fly
at night always these aqui
despues of as much time
is hour to feel are
your kisses the humidity
that flooded my night
with my freedom
caere in the light of growing dark
and today I can fly today I can kiss
a black sky like the water of your love
and to fly to see the sea
and in your arms feel to float my body if
your you fall I desaparecere
and not to fly to see the sea
and in your kisses feel my lebertad
this never debera history not to finish
talves we did not prune to fly to fly
Dame your hand that even is early
and fly, fly...