El Papalote
Pedro Infante
The Kite
I was your kite
You flew me
However you pleased
And caused a commotion
When I cut you off
You carried me high
Even though I struggled
And struggled to understand
That it wasn't very manly
That it wasn't very manly
And you weren't my woman
Little kite
Kite in the sky
Give a little kiss
To the son of my mother
Now you have your big one
To love and make suffer
I'm no longer a kite
I'm no longer a kite
For any woman
I was your kite
You flew me
However you pleased
And caused a commotion
When I cut you off
You carried me high
Even though I struggled
And struggled to understand
That it wasn't very manly
That it wasn't very manly
And you weren't my woman
Little kite
Kite in the sky
Give a little kiss
To the son of my mother
Now you have your big one
To love and make suffer
I'm no longer a kite
I'm no longer a kite
For any woman
