You look at me, but you don't see me.
You look at me, but you don't see me.
If the soil's voice beats through time,
the grass of your memories is being burnt.
If the soil's voice beats through time,
the girl inside me is dying.
The roses with its thorns come to see me
there, in the four corners, they kill me.
Candela*, open the door, I come to see you.
there, in the four corners, are seven snakes.
If the soil's voice beats through time,
the girl inside me starts to die.
You look at me, but you don't see me.
You look at me, but you don't see me.