Así

And you see how it is,
nothing seems as white,
as my skin,

but this time,
we know that black is my soul,
seeing you.

And I carry flags tied,
a bit of no,
some of wanting to be close

and all so free
like the reason,
and a bit of why should I care,

endless smile,
but my heart is good,
my eyes like this.

but my heart is good,
my eyes like this.