Can you see the mountain?
Are you barely there? Can you hear me calling
From underneath the fountain?
Did you hear my laughter in the after hours?
I look at her, she's practically dancing
And I think of her that way
And I think of her fondly
Swaying like a boat in the harbour
Under stars that are laden
Under stars that are heavy
And practically falling
Oh, Susana, can you hear me calling?