Il Pajarito

Call for the rain, summon the storm
Call for the rain, summon the storm
The soul dries up and heads for the stars
Without your water, love is dead
Mother of heaven, let your little eyes cry
Mother of heaven, let your little eyes cry
The soul dries up without your sweet love
Without your water, love is dead
Ask the sky to have mercy
The sea won't return, it won't return again
Let her go, just let her go
Let her get wet, just let her be
Without your water, love is dead
Ask the sky to have mercy
The sea won't return, it won't return again.