Linda
Señor cartero señor cartero
¿No hay nada para mí??
¡!Nada naada!!
Yo no he visto a linda
Parece mentiiira
Tantas esperanzas que en su amor cifré
No le he escrito a nadie (aeroaa)
No dejo una huella (aeroaa)
No se sabe de ella desde que se fue
Sabrá Dios cuantos les taran pintando ahora pajaritos en el aire
Yo no he querido ni podré querer a nadie con tan loco frenesí
Menos el domingo, todas las tardes
Salgo a ver al cartero a ver si trajo algo para miii
Oh virgen de Altagracia, quizás un día se acuerde de mí
¿Por qué no me has escrito
Porque me has olvidado?
Si es que me has traicionado
Déjamelo saber
Sabrá Dios cuantos le estarán pintando ahora pajaritos en el aire
Yo no he querido ni podré querer a nadie con tan loco frenesí
Menos el domingo, todas las tardes
Salgo a ver al cartero a ver si trajo algo para miii
Oh virgen de Altagracia, quizás un día se acuerde de mí
Yo no he visto a Linda oh
Beautiful
Mr. postman, Mr. postman
Is there nothing for me?
Nothing at all!!
I haven't seen Linda
It seems like a lie
So many hopes I placed in her love
I haven't written to anyone (aeroaa)
I don't leave a trace (aeroaa)
No one knows about her since she left
God knows how many are now painting little birds in the air
I haven't wanted and won't be able to love anyone with such crazy frenzy
Except on Sundays, every afternoon
I go out to see the postman to see if he brought something for me
Oh Virgin of Altagracia, maybe one day she'll remember me
Why haven't you written to me
Have you forgotten me?
If you have betrayed me
Let me know
God knows how many are now painting little birds in the air
I haven't wanted and won't be able to love anyone with such crazy frenzy
Except on Sundays, every afternoon
I go out to see the postman to see if he brought something for me
Oh Virgin of Altagracia, maybe one day she'll remember me
I haven't seen Linda oh