Metamorfosis

Ok, let it feel good, Latina

Moon of heart, night of syrup
We were all going to be queens
Under the milky life, the pink sky
I dance with Lucila and Soledad

Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you I want everything, my friend
Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you, metamorphosis, velvet

Pra!
Oh, oh, oh
A delight

Being true to oneself is gold, let the chorus be heard loud

Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you I want everything, my friend
Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you, metamorphosis, velvet

For a while now my body has been crazy, running wild
And I can't stop it
I'm very prophetic, esthetic
Eccentric, enigmatic, theoretical

We have the powers of the lunar prism
And our hair shines when we go dancing
We are telepathic, charismatic
Multiply, wild, dreamlike

Come on baby, here comes the choreo
Thank you, my treasure
Friend, I want to see you giving it all

Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you I want everything, my friend
Metamorphosis, my love, metamorphosis
With you, metamorphosis, velvet

The day entangles me, so does the night
With its hidden weeping tear
I am not this woman, I don't recognize myself
I look for the edge of the knife, suddenly three scratches in the dump
Now the waste is red

I sink and float seven hundred and seventy-five times
There is someone tying me to staying alive
I will snuggle up to the habit of palpitation, to my spaces
Those scars, war wounds
I return to the surface, I return

I stretch my legs, climb the berm that elevates me to the sky
I see Inanna, Aphrodite, Venus
They say: You have become a queen
Together we journey through the underworld