Ana (En Vivo)

How many slams in the face
And she will always endure it
If someone from outside stabs me

Ana hugs me once again
Ana understands me and despite
That I'm not perfect
And even though they entertain me as I walk
The stones in my path
She is the shoulder to cry on
Ana, I love you, truly

If a heart breaks my soul
If I can't go on alone
She waits for me at the stake
And she will always step forward
Ana leans over once again
Ana wraps me up tightly
The hangers in a closet
That must shine on a stage
Ana will take care of my hand
From fever before playing
A third of March when six
Pennies have to be paid
All that love that Ana gives me

Don't look in Cantabria, she took her away
Someone who taught me love alongside her
Someone who leaves a mark
On someone who is me

But she is not the protagonist of our song
And Ana taught her swallows to fly
From the United Kingdom to London, her ideal city
To be able to land in Madrid

And Ana, someday the sky will thank you
And Ana, someday you will eat it up
There will be no slams, only doors that will open
Passage to the swallows that you made fly

Those that accompany you on your journey
And Ana will remind you even to the butcher
For you extended a hand to an angel as you passed
Through your hometown
Through your seaside city

The one where you met that gentleman
Who showed me your side and what love is
Who made me a tough chick as I walk
But he is not the protagonist of our ending
Ana, I love you as you taught me to love