She's beautiful, I know it
Time has passed away and I
Still have her running through my veins...
And I'd want, I'd want
To go back there, to her,
But I know I'll not go
These are some smuggling feelings
It's better to just stay here
Watching the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds,
The sad face/shape of America
And the wind playing his harmonica
I want to cry, so much...
Around her, around her
A guitar will play
For so long...
It's my love for her
That will accompany her steps
For better or worst...
These are some smuggling feelings
It's better to just stay here
Watching the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds...
Who knows how do all those people
Manage to go up there
To say an yes, but...
While it's already known that
Love can be temporary
It can be, yes, or maybe not…
These are some smuggling feelings
It's better to just stay here
Watching the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds...