Una nube
Kapanga
A cloud
A cloud follows me
That goes up and down
A cloud follows me
That goes up and down and not made of cotton
When it moves away
It makes me very sad
When it comes closer
It makes my eyes red with excitement
And when I arrive home
She goes to the terrace
And in the courtyard
We start to play
And when I arrive home
She goes to the terrace
And in the courtyard
We start to play
