La Guacamaya

Painting colors
With its wings of green loves
April songs and dreaming of spring
Like a man dreaming of seeing fruits from his garden
And writing verses and flowers
And living dying of love
And in the sky hundreds of stars sang along to his song

The macaw ah ah
The macaw ah ah

And he sang to see the flowers
Dancing serenely in the wind under the sky there
And he sang old melodies
Invoking the most beautiful voices you can hear
And writing verses and flowers
And living dying of love
And in the sky hundreds of stars sang along to his song

The macaw ah ah
The macaw ah ah
The macaw ah ah
The macaw ah ah