Voló

She's eighteen years old
In her young skin
Residues of dolls on her nails
Because she's still a girl
In her woman's body

She lives imprisoned
Among the murmurs of
A big city
And every now and then she cries
She never saw the sea
She doesn't know so many things
That one of these nights
She has to escape

And she flew
She left behind parents and a drawer
Where she keeps letters from a first love
She left crying
Without saying goodbye

And she flew
She escaped one night
Heading towards the sun
She escaped screaming with her sweet voice
I want to be eternal
I want to be a song

And when you see her, tell her I hold no grudge
Even though those letters she left behind
Were written by me

And she flew
She left behind parents and a drawer
Where she keeps letters from a first love
She left crying without saying goodbye

And she flew
She escaped one night heading towards the sun
She escaped screaming with her sweet voice
I want to be eternal
I want to be a song