Chica de los ojos amarillos

climb the stairs that lead up to the sun
she doesn’t say a word, just changes shape
well, whatever you want, but I’m outta here
she talks with gestures, grabs her stuff

she might decide to come back with the winter rains
she’s beautiful, and she’ll be even more beautiful the farther she is from me

don’t expect anything, I’m not moving
even if it burns me alive inside
girl with yellow eyes
what god made you in his image, carved your body

I learned to be suspicious
of every good streak
she soaked up the sun when she woke up
and the sun soaked up her silhouette as it drifted away from here
she doesn’t say a word, just becomes a memory
girl with yellow eyes
what god put you in front of me..