Short Ballad (For A Long Time) "Balada Corta [Para Un Tema Largo]"

Tell him that I've lost my faith
And I've been bored to death
Tell him that he's just a kid
He don't deserve my wind

Underneath the trees the skies are falling
So just bury your own death and hurry

The other one was tender as much tender the first one
That I just was foolish and I let her grow apart

Underneath the trees the skies are falling
So just bury your own death and hurry

Ah that's all, all I can do
All, all I can do

Tell him that this Wednesday I'll be married to my own
That I wish him luck and I expect he's not alone

Underneath the trees the skies are falling
Underneath the trees the skies in blazes

Tell him that I'm married and I lead a happy life
That I need some flowers just to put them 'round their wife

Underneath the trees the skies are falling over
Falling over, falling over, falling over

I will crawl up slowly with my flowers in my breast
And I'll need some purpley just to put them on my grave

Underneath the trees the skies are falling
So just bury your own death and hurry