Alma Perdida

Oh my little sailboat
Drifting aimlessly
This is for a lost soul
This is for a lost soul

I was walking on the beach, all alone
She was beautiful and pure
You can hear her naked soul scream because she cries
With her feet in the sand, walking along the edge where the waves of the sea reach

Sometimes she gets wet
And then she thinks
I wish a boat would pass by
But she only sees stars go by

She dreams of a little sailboat that won't succumb to storms
And takes her off this deserted island
But she's fed up, she doesn't wait anymore
She's written a letter and put it inside a bottle

The title of the letter
This is for a lost soul
She dries her tears, throws it away
But she finds it everywhere on the island

Could it be that she is the lost soul?
Or is it that the sea always tends to go to the shore?
A girl who was half music, half poetry
Her eyes like they were meant to make a flag

There was more blood on those lips than in my heart
Hair down to her hips
Fangs and vampire skin
Not even the Mona Lisa compares

Cousin, have you seen that face?
It drives me crazy, she cries gold
But she touches the ground and turns to wax
Her skin like silk
But if she gets mad, it's like broken glass

She knows she screams and the sea trembles
The sky roars in the form of a storm
The ground is ruled by the steps she takes
Trapped by the sea, she leaves a trail of footprints

Even though she knows no one will follow them
Because she's alone and forgets her name and her life
She writes poetry with a stick in the sand
But the wind erases them with caresses

Because not even the wind listens to people when they're empty
Desperate, without a plan to escape
She starts to see stars but in lilac
Thinks it's her end, falls to her knees

She looks up and sees a person shining half a mile away
And starts to run desperately to reach it
But she only sees moonlight bouncing off a shining glass
And it was a bottle with a letter called
This is for a lost soul