Farolito
Agustín Lara
Little Lantern
Little lantern that barely lights up my deserted street
How many nights have you seen me crying, calling at her door
Without bringing her more than a song, a piece of my heart
Without bringing her anything else but a cold, mischievous, bitter and sweet kiss
Little lantern that barely lights up my deserted street
How many nights have you seen me crying, calling at her door
Without bringing her more than a song, a piece of my heart
Without bringing her anything else but a cold, mischievous, bitter and sweet kiss
