Tómalo de Mi Espera

Take the sleeping bird
in my bed and you'll see
drops of white harmony
dawn breaks and it goes.

Take it from my wait.
Take it from my wait and you'll see
that the bird that remains flies.

Victorious, fleeing from the skies,
who came to find
mother-of-pearl perched on my bed
in one more dream.

Take it from my wait.
Take it from my wait and you'll see
that the bird that remains flies.

Agustín Isasa