Ronda de Robledo de Sanabria

I know well you're in bed
I know well you're not sleeping
I know well you have your hand
Where my thoughts are

Once I was a tile
On your roof
And now I'm a little tree
Abandoned

Every time you walk around
Underneath my house
I pray for a notification
To arrive on WhatsApp

Once to see you
I would take a hundred turns
And now to not see you
I take four hundred

Once to see you
I would take a hundred turns
And now to not see you
I take four hundred