A beautiful song should always have a beautiful name
I usually name it after the woman, oh, who took care of me
You feel, oh, that life is different
And her gaze is as burning as the wood in the fire
The salt in the wounds, four rows well aligned
To our wedding in the sun

And I no longer know
If by nature
Or because of all that my mother has fought for me
That there are no more birds in my head
Nor castles nor princesses
Nor that allergy to strawberries
Nor memory of 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

A beautiful song should always have a beautiful ending
It can be happy or so sad that it makes us cry
Like that angel cries in the cell
Oh, who is serving a sentence for applauding when she dances
The wind under your skirt
The jealousy and the loves of the one who dies and kills 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 much I try
Whether it's sunny or the wind blows
Whether I'm crying, whether I'm happy
I can't tell the difference

That 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
Oh, that love can't be bought
Oh, that roses are red
And that your body is for me

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 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

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