Desde Mi Ventana

Always a beautiful song, should have a beautiful name
I usually give it the name of the woman who inspired me
You feel that life is different
And her gaze so fiery;

Like firewood in the fire, salt in the wounds
Four rows in a row, or our wedding in the sun

And I no longer know, if by nature,
Or by everything my mother has fought for me,
That there is no longer a bird in my head,
Nor castles nor princesses, nor that allergy to strawberries,
Nor memories for you.

And from my window the nights are more beautiful
You are my Cinderella and all the stars are colorful
And from my window the singers still cry
Since that sad afternoon, when art died with Lola Flores

Always a beautiful song, should have a beautiful ending
It can be happy or so sad that... makes us cry

Like that angel crying in jail,
Who is serving a sentence
For applauding when the wind dances
Under your skirt
The jealousy and loves
Of the one who kills and dies by the sword

And a King said, that money doesn't bring happiness
And I say it's a feeling so similar
That no matter how hard I try, whether it's sunny or windy
Whether I'm crying or happy, I can't tell the difference

And from my window the nights are more beautiful
You are my Cinderella and all the stars are colorful
And from my window the singers still cry
Since that sad afternoon, when art died with Lola Flores

And they say, and they say around,
That love cannot be bought
That roses are red
And that your body is for me