Viértele Flor

The fine dance that your hair
Carries on your back
From life to your walk
The street widens, it looks empty
And every step affirms the prowess of its walk
Which with ease (which with ease)

All eyes are drawn to you
As if attracted by a magnet
And like a compass (and like a compass)
My needle never fails to point
Always to your exact cardinal point
And in witchcraft

Give me the blue in your laughter
Give me a little clarity
Give me that gift of luminescence
That is evidence of your serenity
Give me poetry
To name you
And melody to sing
This song depresses me
With how terrible reality is

Turn the flower
This pain
Look, I am
Lost in the fog of my life
Turn the flower to this pain
Look, I am a lotus

Let me drink from your hydrography
What is unexplored in the world
Give me the ivory of your face
Which is a compendium of phrases of freedom

Give me the cure of your sweetness
That tastes like eternity
That mystery is your simplicity
Taking into account your gifts of divinity

Turn the flower
This pain
Look, I am
Lost in the fog of my life
Turn the flower to this pain
Look, I am a lotus

Turn the flower to this pain, queen!

Look, I am
Lost in the fog of my life
Turn the flower (turn the flower)
This pain
Look, I am broken