Cuatro Tejados (Lau Teilatu)
Amaia Montero
Four Roofs (Under the Roof)
We are here
and I'm glad
and surely your father too;
and how nice... how's
your white scarf.
Four roofs above
the moon in the middle and you
looking up,
your smoke in your hands
with a blow... blow!
will come to me
and we will be happy again
at any town's party.
Sweetly
call me
Maria Solt de Benito.
Without crying,
you are pale and the tears
erase your color.
Four roofs above
the moon in the middle and you
looking up,
your smoke in your hands
with a blow... blow!
Will come to me
and we will be happy again
at any town's party.
Happy, happy tomorrow
we will be back
with a little champagne
no money but
the stars are with us
together with the music of a piano.
Four roofs above
the moon in the middle and you
looking up,
your smoke in your hands
with a blow... blow!
Will come to me
and we will be happy again
at any town's party.
