Tus Aviones
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Your Airplanes
Has the gift of the gaze
Many years and words
To revoke my most confusing ideas
Has art in the veins
Proven by his walnut woods
And his corduroy pants
So many afternoons in the garage
And now I know you wanted me to come down
You have so much to teach
You outshine the wise and masters
I can't contain so much desire
To be half of what you are
I just want to ask you
If I still have time
To play with your paper airplanes
That you used to fly in the park
I have so much pride inside
And if you're there, I swear I'll be born again
I'll be born again
He knows how to make you reflect
To draw a horse on the tablecloth
He makes it look so easy
He neither boasts nor lacks
If he did, supernovas would explode
That don't understand why
Someone can have so much talent
And here's your stubborn child
Who wants to be like you
I just want to ask you
If I still have time
To play with your paper airplanes
That you used to fly in the park
I have so much pride inside
That if you're there, I swear I'll be born again
I'll be born again
