Como Panuelos Blancos de Adios
Quickly the sound comes
Shaking the window
Stands near the glass sign
Breaking silence
Waking from charming sleep
To raise the covers from her
And after that conception
Brings the horizon
To see a boy
Fifteen, waving a flag
He's leaving home
And checked his bags
Packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind
Sail waving the sea
Waving to himself
"Maybe it's love?"
He thinks, drinking in the air
The smell is pressing on his face and waving
As he stands there swinging with the trees
Fifteen and drunk on lips
The ones he kissed felt like they were hers
Felt like they were hers
Carrying some stars in his pocket
Thinking to give gifts
She comes crying to the window
Wondering will she miss him when he stood up