Lucía
José Luis Perales
Lucia
She gave birth to you on a March morning
And through the window life flooded you
The house was filled with tenderness
That house that was empty
And they filled your bed with roses
And they gave you the name Lucia
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep, the night is going by quickly
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep and your mother will sing to you
Little by little your wings grew
And one day flying through that window
You went to look for a star
And you left the house empty
Your doll was left on the floor
And a love letter in your bed
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep, the night is going by quickly
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep and your mother will sing to you
They told me yesterday that they saw you
Sitting in a park looking at the moon
You had a glass in your hands
And the night was so cold
That your star had been lost
And everyone calls you Lucia
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep, the night is going by quickly
Lucia, Lucia
Go to sleep and your mother will sing to you
