Doña Luisa

She wakes up early, Mrs. Louise
And when the sun is already shining
She's already picking the coffee
Each bean in her hand means
The sorrows she's endured
Because of some love affair.

But instead of walking around crying,
She starts to sing
Humming, she forgets
The one who didn't know how to love her
But instead of walking around crying,
If there's no time to cry
Humming, she forgets
The one who didn't know how to love her.

The color of Mrs. Louise's skin
Blends with the earth of so much land there is
The once so dark gaze she had
Has now turned green from looking at so much green.

And at the foot of the mountain
There's only green to look at
Mixed with the red of the coffee ripening.
And at the foot of the mountain
There's always time to look
Mixed with the red of the coffee ripening.

With the night, Mrs. Louise goes to bed
And with the moon shining up there
She starts to talk.
The stories she tells fill
The space that silence
Always tries to steal.

And if there's no moon to listen
To so much life to tell
To avoid talking to silence,
She prefers to sing.
And if there's no moon to endure
So much life to tell,
To beat the silence,
She starts to sing.