Aquella Nube Que Pasa
Guilliard
That Passing Cloud
That passing cloud
In the sky is me
That boat sailing
Out to sea is me
That wandering leaf
In the streets is me
Looking for you
That passing cloud
In the sky is me
That boat sailing
Out to sea is me
That wandering leaf
In the streets is me
Looking for you
What I desire to be
Is the Sun that burns you
Is the clothes
That cover your body
Is the wind
That possesses you
Is the water with which
You bathe
Only like this
I could
Approach you without
Having to confess
What I must hide
That I suffer and
There's no right
To do all this
And you not knowing
That passing cloud
In the sky is me
That boat sailing
Out to sea is me
That wandering leaf
In the streets is me
Looking for you
That passing cloud
In the sky is me
That boat sailing
Out to sea is me
That wandering leaf
In the streets is me
Looking for you
What I desire to be
Is the Sun that burns you
Is the clothes
That cover your body
Is the wind
That possesses you
Is the water with which
You bathe
Only like this
I could
Approach you without
Having to confess
What I must hide
That I suffer and
There's no right
To do all this
And you not knowing
That passing cloud
