Letra de Penélope(inglés corregida)

Penelope with her purse of brown skin
And her shoes of heel
And her dress of Sunday

Penelope sits in a bench of the platform
And she waits the first train arrives
Shaking the fan.

They say in the town
That one walker stopped
His watch one afternoon of spring
"Goodbye, my love,
Don´t cry me,
I will come back
Until that the blades of the trees fall,
Think in me, I will come back for you"

Poor unhappy, your watch infantile
One afternoon leaden of April
When your lover went

Until the last blade withered in your orchard
There?s not any tree in the high street
For Penelope

Penelope, sad that force to wait
Your eyes look to shine
If a train whistles away

Penelope one for one
She sees to pass
She looks their faces
She hears them to speak
For her they?re dolls

They say in the town
That the walker came back
He found her in her bench
Of green pine
He called her:
?Penelope my loyal lover,
My peace,
Let now to weave dreams in your mind
Look at me, I?m your love, I came back?

She smiled him,
With your eyes full of yesterday
So his face wasn?t, neither his skin,
?You?re not who I wait?

And she stayed with her purse of brown skin
And his little shoes of heel
Sat in the Station
Sat in the Station