Rama Seca

You went away on your own
When you saw that I knew
what you are
And to everyone you went
Telling them that you're leaving me
Because you don't love me

You're a guide that gets tangled
In the rocks and stretches out
To see how many you can reach
But you couldn't
Tangle me because I
Didn't trust you

Dry branch hanging from the tree
Never again will have green leaves
Out of whim you leave my side
But you will miss what you lose

You say that love is a toy
And that it falls like rain from the sky
Your loves that fly very high
I will see them fall to the ground

Dry branch hanging from the tree
Never again will have green leaves
Out of whim you leave my side but
You will miss what you lose