The little girl who had her habits with me, I will not forget her.
She left as if she had wings, why like that?
Maybe she had something else to do , rather than poverty,
Bare feet, torn dresses, bogus showers under the palm trees?
You have to be wary of girls who don't look good when they suddenly get angry,
It's like a volcano crushing the bottom of the hut.
With her, with her, all you had to do was dance.
With her, with her, all you had to do was dance. to love.
With her, with her, there was nothing but to sleep.
But she put on her wings, left, left.
And without her, there is more than 'to dream,
And without her, there's nothing left to do but sing.
The little girl who had her habits with me, I won't forget her.
She's gone, you see like any one, why like that?
She was never angry, laughter and limes,
He got tired of laughing, under my corrugated iron.
You have to be wary of girls who smile, when they cry, it's over.
It's over, there's no more ecstasy at the bottom of the hut.
With her, with all she had to do was dance.
With her, with her, all there was to do was love each other.
With her, with her, all there was to do was sleep.
But she put on her wings, left, left.
And without her, there is nothing more than to cry,
And without her, there is nothing more than to sing.
br/>With her, with her, all you had to do was dance.
With her, with her, you just had to love each other.
With her, with her, there was than to sleep.
But she put on her wings, left, left.
And without her, there is nothing more than to dream,
And without her, there is there's nothing left to cry,
And without her, there's nothing left to do but sing.

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