Little olive tree, white flower of chance
You give me a kiss when there is room
When there is room, you tell me to say,
That I am a little man and I can fulfill you
I stop on the corner when I see her passing by
To see if it hurts her to see me cry
To see me cry, she finally gives up
To ask me questions about who I cry for
And I ask her I answer with great pain,
I don't cry for anyone, only for your love,
Only for your love, it could happen
If I find Rosita in another power

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