Tú y las nubes

I'm flying low, my love is on the ground
and you so high so high, looking at my distress
knowing that I'm a man who is far from heaven

I'm flying low, just because they don't want me
and I'm stuck with you, having so many pleasures
I like to follow your steps with so many women

You and the clouds drive me crazy
You and the clouds are going to kill me
I look up very little
you down below don't know how to look

I wasn't born for poverty, I like everything good
and you will have to love me or I die in battle
but that little mouth of yours will have to tell me I love you

Tree of hope, living above the field
you say if I don't forget her or tell me if I can't stand it
because in the end my eyes will fill with tears

You and the clouds drive me crazy
You and the clouds are going to kill me
I look up very little
you down below don't know how to look