La Niña Que Llora En Tus Fiestas
La Oreja de Van Gogh
The Girl Who Cries At Your Parties
An empty glider flies over my head
It flies to the cemetery of my will
I keep looking for the girl who cries at your parties
Bells sounding, blossoming for my funeral
Look at me, with the North star at my feet
I come back home, lost again
Because I don't know how to stop adoring you
Look at me
An empty glider flies, brushing the sand
It leaves the marks of a fallen angel while passing
Marks that always take me to you, worrier
Like the dosage of transient life that you told me to try out
Look at me, with the North star at my feet
I come back home, lost again
Because I don't know how to stop adoring you
I think of you every time I get away from myself
Every time I'd prefer to die
From the day you said to me
Your little face is a rose that hasn't opened
Look at me, with the North star at my feet
I come back home, lost again
Because I don't know how to stop adoring you
Think of me every time you look like that
I stitch my lips onto you
And the Moon paints my eyes
Look at me
Every time you go, I think of you
Every time I'd prefer to die
Every time you kiss me like that
Every time you go
Look at me
