A Saudade Me Mata

It's that longing that kills me
The distance mistreats
It's that distance mistreats
The longing kills me

Twelfth of May rainy of seventy-three
May this find you
In the joy of happiness
If I haven't written in a while
It was time itself that didn't give me time
Today I write to you telling my news

When I arrived it was morning
It was cold and an emptiness inside me
In my hands the same hope
In my chest my illusion
Not knowing where to go

It's that longing that kills me...

Banana D'agua is nanica
tangerine is mexerica
I miss the moonlight
Otherwise everything is the same
Hugs and that's it
carnival I'll get there