A Sol Caliente

So pretty as she goes
So pretty that they stare
So divine that I don't see that brunette in the distance
Night of light and colorful death of spring
She has moved away from my life not seeing my wound for the first time
I don't know why I have a feeling that black girl doesn't want me
But my soul is not content because I lost her
Under the hot sun I will go, I will look for you but I will follow you
And there I will find out why you left yesterday

Under the hot sun I go
Looking for the illusion
And there I will find out
Why you left yesterday