Blanca Paloma

I'm begging the moon to light me up

In these dark evenings of my last times

I feel it coming to my eyes,

I feel it like a song, like a lullaby, Blanca Paloma

Mother of the seven phases of the sky,

Calling me, asking me if I'm happy

Mother, I feel it coming, my time

The ground is taking me down, down, down

The sky is not blue anymore, it's grayish now

Blue is something I never see again

My body is falling apart, like a china

Kintsugi is playing, I feel it coming, coming, coming

I'm begging the sun to come back into my life again

Sunbathing, swimming, salt on my lashes

I feel it burning my eyes

I feel it like a summer breeze, the sound of a guitar, Blanca Paloma

My ancestors watching me from the spiritual fields

Taking care of me, touching my tan skin

I smell the flour, I smell the handmade bread

I'm lost in the wheat fields, shouting to the sun, sun, sun

I'm not bleeding anymore, it's run out like my tears

My dreams no longer exist, abstract is what I am now

My body is falling apart, like a china

It's not real, the Kintsugi... I feel it coming, coming, coming

My time

It hurts when you see people don't trust you

It hurts when you hear people talking about you

While you think they are the ones you can trust.

But you learned that "trust no one" is more than a tattoo; it's a life savior philosophy

I feel it, it's my time that is coming

I feel lonely again, even my lover is not enough for me to stay here

I guess it's my time that is coming from the "smoky hills"

I guess I'll go with it, my blood has run out

My sky is black,

No more blue,

No more hope.