At the top of the mountain
Where the sky is all in flowers
Enclosed in a cloud
You will see my heart
Tell him about the Spanish wind
Speak him of my love
And of the fabulous journey
That he took one day
The sun was raging
And I trembled with joy
We were the same age
br/>And I lived on you
This past which accompanies me
Throughout my happiness
Will remain like an image
At the bottom of my heart
The sun was raging
And I trembled with joy
We were the same age
And I lived on you
Don't wait for the Spanish wind
To pick the sky in flowers
At the top of the mountain
I left my heart
It's the end of the journey
That I take every day
My song for luggage
Who speaks to me of love