Aurora Dijo Adiós

You leave the bay rinsed with the dew of the early morning
Rocks washed by the fury of Sunday's roar
You know of the magic that moistens your gaze with bubbles
Shadows of waterfalls that trickle down the volcano's slope

Morning comes, I present to you my celestial figure
You stay silent without moving under the universal sky
You pretend to understand me, but you know that yours is to explode
You shine so beautifully forever, you are the girl of the volcano

You leave the bay
You leave the bay
You leave the bay
You leave the bay

You leave the bay
You leave the bay
You leave the bay
You leave the bay