Flor Prometida

She's small like a centipede
She'll grow as tall as a cypress tree
Strong like a hurricane
And good as fresh bread

She'll know how to be ice and be a volcano
She doesn't quite know why
Her mind and her skin
Are in a rush to grow up

She'll know when to say yes, she'll know when to say no
She'll have the bad and the best
Promised flower that was born
Singing with her own voice
She'll know how to fight if there's a fight
Clench her fists and scream
Or weather the storm
When things go wrong

She'll be as tough as metal
She'll be as fragile as glass
Wise like an old saying
And free like the sea
She'll be like sugar and like salt

She'll know the bad and the best
Promised flower that was born