It's not the wind you
hear at your window,
it's the echo of my voice,
that, because I want you
so much, calls out to you in
the middle of the night.
Y no es el ruido del viento
lo que suena en tu ventana,
es el eco de mi voz
que, como te quiero tanto,
a media noche te llama.
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