If you have that twinkling in your eyes, believe me, senorita,
You're alive!
If you can shed a tear or two from your painted eyes,
For that kid who gathers dust all over
His dark and blistered feet;
You're living it good, senorita...
If you can hold the hand of the stranger in your soft hands tight,
Without even being thinking about the futurity...
And have the courage to be the true,
You're a queen, senorita!
Believe in,dear,
For living a bit for others,
Is like living good forever...
Forever young and mirthful!
You're alive!
If you can shed a tear or two from your painted eyes,
For that kid who gathers dust all over
His dark and blistered feet;
You're living it good, senorita...
If you can hold the hand of the stranger in your soft hands tight,
Without even being thinking about the futurity...
And have the courage to be the true,
You're a queen, senorita!
Believe in,dear,
For living a bit for others,
Is like living good forever...
Forever young and mirthful!
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