La Gata

I met a brunette who had a very tiny nose
And eyes the color of twenty seas
That sail along my shore to tell me nightmares
That your mind and your curves to the colossus
Stole its power
I met a brunette who danced on the mountain
Where the snow melts as she passes by
And the trees glanced sideways among the summits
When they see the brunette galloping

That you are the cat that barks at the dogs
That scares with a look
My melody puts on a tie
If it sees the brunette arrive
That you are the cat that has no owner
That scares with just a look
My melody pulls down its pants
If it sees the brunette arrive

I met a brunette who bursts the mornings
With the boots of her luck as she walks
The sidewalks turn into clay and out of tune as she passes by
Sweetly so that I can tune
And I don't tune at all
And I don't tune at all

I met a brunette and I see her from time to time
And I sing her the song that I wrote for her
And her eyes shine
And the hammers strike me
And my voice grows wide as I repeat