Yo quisiera saber dónde está
limando la miel de besos ajenos.
Y al sufrir esta duda mortal,
no quiero pensar,
ni puedo olvidar
Loro.
foreign
My mother is alone
Behind the softness of a medium light
And even if love in the afternoon
Gives a flower to be born
To remind me of the happy escape
And in my heart with its sweet mention
He leaves the fascination Of peace
stairs and I watched them disappear Oh,
how gentle and praising
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