She's called Macarena and she has a sentence to fulfill,
She cuts her hair and she's sad,
time is running out,
In reality she was the godmother,
and she has another garden,
She confused nine moons and the child didn't see her coming,
She escapes and she's sad,
they can't live anymore,
The child fulfilled her sentence,
a letter she learned to write,
In the classroom,
the columns are diagonal,
They were in defense of a star and a love of hormones,
Like an intense sandstorm,
it was the insensitivity over the sea,
It wasn't for ego or for the mind,
I respected even Baltazar,
I left the game,
I was born anew,
I accepted the fire and I knew how to love,
It has no rules,
it's a blind use,
the more you see the more you want to give,
There are peaches with melon,
they want gold and elixir,
The young crepuscular who learned to die late,
The metaphor that Macarena carries here to live,
It's the time we have left to learn to exist,
The autumn that judges us,
will not be able to love again,
It's the wind in the tide,
now I am Vittenbach,
I cut my hair without the spleen because of his envy and anxiety,
You don't confuse innocence with false freedom,
Like an intense sandstorm,
it was the insensitivity over the sea,
It wasn't for ego or for the mind,
I respected even Baltazar,
I left the game,
I was born anew,
I accepted the fire and I knew how to love,
It has no rules,
it's a blind use,
the more you see the more you want to give