La Flor
Anabantha
The Flower
When the stones melt
With the heat of your skin
When the years rot you
In you I will live
What blooms in your body
Cannot wither
The petals are the memories
Watered with tears of freedom
Time, dreams
Tears of freedom
The wind carries away
The wings of my ego
Aaaah, aaaah
Oooh, ooooh
