life is a climb, but the view is great

Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong

You're enchained by your own sorrow

In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow

How I hate to see you like this

There is no way you can deny it

I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet.

Chiquitita, tell me the truth

I'm a shoulder you can cry on

Your best friend,

I'm the one you must rely on

You were always sure of yourself

Now I see you've broken a feather

I hope we can patch it up together (...)