Anna
he does not know to dance
she is a girl of yesterday
that in just a short time
one became great
he never knew to distinguish
fantasy and dream
its love writes
in a notebook
Ay, Anna
Anna feels well
the skin is made up
and it is prepared for his novel
it makes a fiction
with the television
and it pretends not to be single
Ay, that you are going to do?
if in your world vos sos so many viendote
that you are going to do?
you enter, you go away, not these
and you never change of channel
Anna
he does not want to dance
she this so sad
he does not leave
nobody approaches
tour in carrousel
its small life
it lives in
its house of wrists
Ay, Anna
to Anna it costs to him to be
anonymous and woman
Anna feels in his balcony and hopes
that the fiction begins
in the television
and no longer this so single
Ay, that you are going to do?
if in your world vos sos so many viendote
that you are going to do?
you enter, you go away, not these
that you are going to do?
if in your world vos sos so many viendote
that you are going to do?
you enter, you go away, not these
and you never change of channel..