Percal (part. Alberto Podestá)

Percal do you remember the trouble
You were fifteen years old
Longing to suffer and love
To go to the triumphant center
And forget the trouble

Percal path of trouble
You left your home
Maybe we found out wrong
I only know that in the end
You forgot the trouble

Youth has gone
Your home is no longer there
And in the past thrown away
They have remained cowardly
Your trouble and my past

Youth has gone
I no longer expect
Better to leave lost
The longings that have not been
And the dress of trouble

Percal sadness of trouble