Deusa

Beautiful, shining royalty in the arena
The silver ornaments like stars
Glow on the brown skin
Your hair is the swaying web
Your arms are the wings of the blackbird
They soar in this dance
Passion struck in the heart
And makes it beat, and makes it beat
Oh beautiful queen, my lips
Want to kiss you
The pearl in your eyes is reborn
And makes it shine, and makes it shine
Oh sweet queen
The goddess girl of love