Walking Slow - Buendia

The storm had stopped to look at the sun

When the night got up smiling at the moon

Black dots had been falling from the sky

And the air was full of yellow sparks

Shining like the winter sun

You came to me walking slow

A smile has grown in me since a saw you there

And everything seems to be in the right place

Sharing, you have travelled to my heart

Wearing a with dress spotted, full of sparks

Shining like the winter sun

You came to me walking slow