Por Qué Será Que Parece
Melania Pérez
Why Does It Seem
Why does it seem
That I go where your shadow goes
What branch the wind sways
Blooms when it hears your name
Golden blonde, not a brunette
Blessed rain over my pain
With this growing Moon
We're heading to the town
We're almost at thirteen
And your love was the seed
Golden mother of my little ones
Tender and like me, dark-skinned
Quiet, little Asian
Relief from all my sorrow
Little blonde, dear mother
Better than mint
Why does it seem
That my barns are expanding
That your love grows in my soul
And there's more light on my paths
Blessed rain over my crops
Blonde, blessed because you're a woman
Why does it seem
That everything Huaco watches
The flock is growing too
And the guanaco is older
Mountain, blessed because you're a woman
Land, blessed is the one who plants you
Quiet, little Asian
Relief from all my sorrow
Little blonde, dear mother
Better than mint
