Violeta
Ana Prada
Violet
How beautiful violet you gave
Your best jacaranda
Alone my soul was walking
I wish to find you
On the way back home
I wanted to look at your path
Without noticing my trace
Lost where to stay
A gray sun is following me
And hurries my walk
But if I go so far
It will burn my roots
A gray sun is blinding me
I can't see where to step
But if you go so far
What flowers will remain?
How beautiful Violet gave
Your best jacaranda
Alone my soul was walking
I wish to find you
