Tu Y Las Nubes

I'm flying low,
my love is on the ground,
and you so high, so high
looking at my sorrows
going knowing I'm a man
who is very far from heaven.
I'm flying low,
just because you don't want me,
and I'm stuck with you
having so many pleasures,
I like to follow your steps
with so many women around.
You and the clouds drive me crazy
you and the clouds are going to kill me
I look up very little
you look down, you don't know how to look.
I wasn't born to be poor
I like everything good,
and you will have to love me,
or in battle I die,
but that little mouth of yours
will have to tell me 'I love you'.
Tree of hope
that lives alone in the field,
tell me if I don't forget her,
or tell me if I can't stand it
because in the end my eyes
will fill with tears
You and the clouds ...