Ambar Violeta

Rays of the Sun at the time of the Sun
She was in any, any season
Waiting for a fatality
Or a call from heaven

She feels dizziness from low pressure
At least she has that bit of humor left
Why?, if one goes searching
And losing certainties

Only when she leaves
Only when she's not in this, love
It does her good
To get into her carousel labyrinth
It does her good

Nothing is here neither better nor worse
Only her eyes change color
At a certain time of the day
They turn into a violet amber

No one knows it and no one saw her
Now she has a big horn under her heart
And she escapes from all the men
Who want to have her

Only when she leaves
Only when she's not in this, love
It does her good
To get into her carousel labyrinth
It does her good