Doña Pudor

I have memories from my childhood
I remember Ms. Modesty
I remember how she covered her body
From head to toe with modesty.

Her smile was rotten
Because she never used it
That's why things from her mouth
Came out stinky
Full of resentment.

She was very decent though
Because she never fell in love
But on her hot nights
How she regretted it.

And even though I remember the crow's caw
That sends me to another time in another dimension
To a past future in a lonely pantheon
How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.
Here comes the immoral one
Moving all around as she breaks into laughter
Fake laughter because in her soul she cries
Laughter that is a barrier but does not console.

She wanted to be different
To get married in white
Feeling loved
She wanted to be the pride
Of her poor family
But she had to be
The one who supported them.

And even though I remember the crow's caw
That sends me to another time in another dimension
To a past future in a lonely pantheon
How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.

Now I'm in this body
In this time, in this reincarnation
I understand the reasons they had
It was the circumstances, their pain is great
More than sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.

And even though I remember the crow's caw
That sends me to another time in another dimension
To a past future in a lonely pantheon
How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.

And even though I remember the crow's caw
That sends me to another time in another dimension
To a past future in a lonely pantheon
How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.

How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave
How sad is Ms. Modesty's grave.