Preciosa dama azul
Luis Alberto Spinetta
Precious blue lady
Poor the blue woman
she was a maiden
with her fingers she made a cross
and bye...
Only the blue woman
was the most beautiful
like the shine of a dagger
oh no!...
She speaks alone in her barrel
without laughing, abyssal...
Poor the precious blue lady.
Poor the blue woman
who is no longer corporeal
with her fingers she made a cross
and bye...
Only the blue woman
was the most beautiful
like the shine of a dagger
oh no!...
She speaks alone in her barrel
without looking, abyssal...
Poor the precious blue lady.
