| Letra de Como Who Looks at a Wait Yesterday I saw what was happening | 
| Going down the Malal Cure | 
| Dodging the toscal | 
| Looking for the wild straw | 
| He wore the kettle on his belt | 
| And the barrier in hand | 
| And it looked like an airplane | 
| When the wind hit him | 
| Going down the Malal Cure | 
| Yesterday I saw what happened | 
| I didn't even ask him | 
| From where and pa 'where he was going | 
| That he's not even going to waste his saliva | 
| I told myself when he would see me | 
| And so it was in such a way | 
| I did not even manage to greet him | 
| And I dedicated myself to looking at it | 
| Like who watches a wait | 
| From where and pa' where diva | 
| I didn't even ask him | 
| Do not close the gate | 
| To the owner of the horizon | 
| I told myself sniffing the mountain | 
| With rest of spring | 
| Do not award him a trench | 
| What nobody wants to hide | 
| And it's enough not to move | 
| To walk a whole life | 
| To the owner of the horizon | 
| Do not close the gate | 
| He was looking for the sky | 
| Since he was a lamb | 
| And I lived chewing the scream | 
| For the never of a longing | 
| Pa' not to fly | 
| He got tangled up in the grass | 
| And it's like a big splinter | 
| that moves on the ground | 
| Since he was a lamb | 
| He was looking for the sky | 
| From time to time I see it | 
| Going up or down the channel | 
| Or whistling at the ugly bug | 
| Hours and hours and the desire | 
| That some catfish commits suicide | 
| Or some neglected partridge | 
| The direction of its flutter | 
| Going up or down the channel | 
| From time to time I see it | 
| Yesterday I saw what happened | 
| Going down the Malal Cure | 
| Dodging the toscal | 
| Looking for the wild straw | 
| He wore the kettle on his belt | 
| And the barrier in hand | 
| And it looked like an airplane | 
| When the wind hit him | 
| Going down the Malal Cure | 
| Yesterday I saw what happened | 
| As the man streams | 
| He is usually a lot of nooks and crannies | 
| Lower life with just a whisper | 
| The otter man knows about it | 
| That's why he beats next to the heart of the water |