Historia de un Ángel sin Alas

The angel misses, by the window,
He doesn't know well what, but he misses,
Who can turn off the light,
And take refuge in the pillows,
Without knowing what it feels like to escape,
Just by spreading his wings.

The angel misses, by the window,
He doesn't know well what, but he hopes,
The light of yesterday still vibrates in his gaze,
And among nameless raindrops,
His winged companions, watch him from outside.

To fly, as he can wish to fly,
When he found out about himself, how he fell,
When he wanted to leave, what destiny began,
His arrival was a sign for love.

To fly, as he can wish to fly,
If now it's more than common, a mortal current,
Where did he put his faith, who breathes behind,
Why does he miss a sky so much, that he can't
Return, return.

The angel looked at his reflection, in the window,
And sees how, his belly has grown out of nowhere,
He has a woman in his soul, who when she calls him,
Tells him that he makes her happy,
That the world began at his nose.

To fly, as he can wish to fly,
When he found out about himself, how he fell,
When he wanted to leave, what destiny began,
His arrival was a sign for love.

To fly, as he can wish to fly,
If now it's more than common, a mortal current,
Where did he put his faith, who breathes behind,
Why does he miss a sky so much, that he can't return.

The angel misses, by the window,
He doesn't know well what, but he misses,
The light of yesterday still vibrates in his gaze,
When his woman gets up, and sees him in the early morning,
And understands that he may have come from heaven to take care of her,
And sometimes when she thinks of him,
Wanting maybe unintentionally, she misses him.

To fly, as he can wish to fly,
When he found out about himself, how he fell,
When he wanted to leave, what destiny began,
His arrival was a sign for love,
For love, to fly.