Qué Problema

You are from where the Sun rises
That's why your skin
Has the color of time
And sometimes it's hard to remember
That when you smile
The wind stumbles

And if you don't come back, I will understand
Instead, if you stay
What are we going to do?

Oh, God, what a problem!
Oh, God, what a problem!

You are from some old spell
From stories that name you
Where I don't belong
And sometimes it's hard to remember
That you no longer have hands
For what I offer you

And if you don't come back, I will understand
Instead, if you stay
What are we going to do?

Oh, God, what a problem!
Oh, God, what a problem!
Oh, God, what a problem!
Oh, God, what a problem!