I am flying low;
My love is on the ground.
And you, so high, so high
Looking down at my distress.
Knowing that I am a man
that is very far from the sky.
I am flying low,
Only because you don't want me.
But I am attached to you;
Among all possible pleasures,
I like following your steps
Even though there are many women.
You and the clouds make me crazy
You and the clouds are going to kill me.
I don't fly high very often;
You don't know how to look down.
I wasn't born to be poor;
I like the good things in life.
And you have to love me,
Or I'll die in the battle.
But that sweet mouth of yours
Has to say "I love you."
Tree of hope,
That lives alone in the country,
Tell me if I will forget her
Or tell me if I won't last,
And at the end of it all my eyes
Will fill with tears.
You and the clouds make me crazy.
You and the clouds are going to kill me.
I don't fly high very often;
You don't know how to look down.