Canción Del Correo

I see, I see, I see
Stamps flying through the mail
They are butterflies
That sleep in the mailbox at night

The messenger dove
Boss of the branch
In its beak, it carries an envelope
And in the envelope, a postcard

It doesn't know what's happening
With the date stamp
Instead of black dates, it paints
Colorful doodles

I see, I see, I see
Stamps flying through the mail
They are butterflies
That sleep in the mailbox at night

Suddenly, a telegram
Folded like a plane
And flew out the window
Twirling in the air

Many letters rise
From their paper bed
And walk away
Like ants in a crowd

I see, I see, I see
Stamps flying through the mail
They are butterflies
That sleep in the mailbox at night

The capital letters fall
In the glue line
But since they are so big
They can't get up

To make matters worse, a package
The string came untied
And it went off carelessly
To play with sawdust

I see, I see, I see
Stamps flying through the mail
They are butterflies
That sleep in the mailbox at night

The dove walks
From the desk to the blackboard
With glasses on its foot
Out of desperation

The dove is nervous
The dove is so bad
That it got drunk on ink
And eats its apron

I see, I see, I see
Stamps flying through the mail
They are butterflies
That sleep in the mailbox at night