Qué Va A Ser De Ti

It's been over a year since your little one left home. On a Monday night, I saw her leave with her yellow raincoat, her belongings in a bundle, and singing... 'I want to be happy'... She left her goodbye note on the tablecloth, your little one. She told you that the freckles had disappeared from her soul and skin, and her world of dolls passed... Passed swiftly and lightly like a blooming spring... What will become of you far from home. Baby, what will become of you. You waited on the couch and then on the balcony for the little one. From one end of the city to the other, you asked the neighbors and went out on the roads. Who knows where she might be... And today you wonder why one day your little one left, if you gave her all your youth, a good private school, the best of treats, and your love... Love on your knees. Rocking horse. What will become of you far from home... Baby, what will become of you.