La Pajita

This was a wax girl
But she wasn't a wax girl
It was a sheaf standing on the threshing floor

But it was not a sheaf
But the stiff flower of wonder
It was not the flower either, but it was
A ray of sunshine standing in the window

It wasn't even a ray of sunshine
A straw in my little eyes was

Come and see how I have lost everything
In this tear, my true party