Mística
Dios Los Cria
Mystique
She let herself go, without cause or respect
Pure mystique truth, and the body ready to desire
She turned into water, turned into sea, and sold her doubts to the wind
And got lost in the immensity, far from the crowd
She let herself go, from head to nails and teeth
Pure mystique truth, and the body ready to run
And stretch, and stretch, to the point of breaking
And stretch, and stretch, far from the crowd
She let herself go, a little more each day,
and she goes, and she goes, so much beauty.
