Nocturno

On a yellow night
In the white and green square
The woman with black eyes
Was writing in the dust
Brought from a nearby star
Strange prophetic signs
As if she were an oracle
And no one could understand her
Without anyone seeing her
Because no one could see her
The woman with green (black) eyes
Who’s now on the rooftop
Of an old, dirty building
Old ash-colored building
Like the dust of the Moon
Where she writes the future

La, la, la, la
La, la, la

And the woman with red (green, black) eyes
Is flying and watching you
Through your window
And laughs heartbroken, out of control, cries