Текст песни Little Wing - Los Cenzontles

Well she's walking, through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies, and zebras, and moonbeams
And fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything, anything