Sábado Por La Tarde

Little sparrow, what melancholy
in your eyes the day dies already
Excuse me if the fault has been mine
if I can't hold you back anymore

Where did my loves go that sailed seas
that vividly flew crossing, defeated by tears
already wounded.
Don't leave, I beg you

Little sparrow, what melancholy,
without your whims, what will I do.
But everything that was yours,
with a broken soul, I will seek.

Where did those times go that the wind dreamed of,
that you vividly crossed shouting against the sky
Don't leave me, oh, no, no
Don't leave, oh, don't leave.

Without you I will die, without you I will suffer
Without you I will burn all my dream
Alone and far from you I will scream without you
Without you... without you

Slowly Saturday goes away
tell me where you are, little sparrow
You don't remember that we emigrated like two seagulls
I would like to see your hands and hold them, warm them
Little sparrow, no, don't leave, don't leave

Without you I will die, without you I will suffer
Without you I will burn all my dream
Alone and far from you I will scream without you
Without you... without you
Without you I will suffer
Without you I will burn all my dream
Alone and far from you I will scream
without you.