How many doors slam on the face
And she always endures it
If someone from outside stabs me
Ana will hug me one more time
Ana understands me and despite
That I'm not perfect
And although they entertain me while walking
The stones in my walk
She is the shoulder to cry on
Ana I love you, really
If a heart breaks my soul
If alone I can no longer
She waits for me in the lurch
And she will always go ahead
Ana goes the extra mile
Ana wraps me up tight
Hangers in a closet
That on a stage they must shine
Ana will take care of my hand
Of fever before playing
A March three when six
Pennies have to pay
All this love that Ana gives me
Do not look in Cantabria that took her
Someone that with her taught me love
Someone who leaves a mark
In someone who is me
More is not the protagonist of our song
And Ana taught their swallows to fly
From United Kingdom to London her ideal city
To know how to land in Madrid
And Ana one day heaven will thank you
And Ana one day heaven you will eat it
There will be no slamming doors only doors that will open
Step to the swallows you made fly
These that will accompany you on your walk
And Ana even the butcher will remember you
Well you reached out to an angel as you passed
For your hometown
For your sea town
The one where you met that lover
That taught me your side and what it is to love
That made me a tough girl when I walked
More is not the protagonist of our ending
Ana I love you the way you taught me to love