Linda

Mr. postman, Mr. postman
Is there nothing for me?
Nothing at all!!

I haven't seen Linda
It seems like a lie
So many hopes I placed in her love

I haven't written to anyone (aeroaa)
I don't leave a trace (aeroaa)
No one knows about her since she left
God knows how many are now painting little birds in the air
I haven't wanted and won't be able to love anyone with such crazy frenzy
Except on Sundays, every afternoon
I go out to see the postman to see if he brought something for me
Oh Virgin of Altagracia, maybe one day she'll remember me

Why haven't you written to me
Have you forgotten me?
If you have betrayed me
Let me know

God knows how many are now painting little birds in the air
I haven't wanted and won't be able to love anyone with such crazy frenzy
Except on Sundays, every afternoon
I go out to see the postman to see if he brought something for me
Oh Virgin of Altagracia, maybe one day she'll remember me

I haven't seen Linda oh