Ella Vendrá

She will come... (ha ah, laralarala ha ah, laralarala)

And the wounds that mark my face...
Will dry in her mouth of water.

(chorus)
I feel that she will come... (ha ah, laralarala ha ah, aralarala)

And finally the ceiling will stop crushing me
Will stop seeing me...
Lonely kissing my pillow,
Lonely burning my bed,
Lonely waiting for you.

(Chorus)
I feel that she will come... (ha ah, laralarala ha ah, laralarala)

And her rouge lips will say... Seaweed...
Seaweed and sea wind.

(Chorus)
I feel that she will come (ha ah) (she will come) (laralarala ha ah, laralarala)

And finally the ceiling will stop crushing me
Will stop seeing me...
Lonely kissing my pillow,
Lonely burning my bed,
Lonely waiting for you.

(Chorus)
I feel that she will come (ha ah)(she will come)(laralarala)
she will come...

I feel that she will come (ha ah)(she will come)(ha ah)(I feel that, I feel that)
She will come, (I feel that, I feel that) she will come...