Farolito

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