Una nube
Kapanga
A cloud
A cloud follows me
That goes up and goes down
A cloud follows me
That goes down, that goes up and it's not made of cotton
That when it moves away
It makes me very sad
And when it approaches
It makes my eyes red with excitement
And when I get home
It goes along the terrace
And in the yard we start playing
And when I get home
It goes along the terrace
And in the yard we start to play
A cloud follows me
That goes up and goes down
A cloud follows me
That goes down, that goes up and it's not made of cotton
That when it moves away
It makes me very sad
And when it approaches
It makes my eyes red with excitement
And when I get home
It goes along the terrace
And in the yard we start playing
And when I get home
It goes along the terrace
And in the yard we start to play
(Jazz, jazz)
