What's up? Why does she wlk in the beach
with a sad look in her face?
I write this song for her.
What's up? Why does she wlk in the beach
with a sad look in her face?
She doesn't look up,
I give her this song as a gift.
She always, she always is waiting.
She moves, she moves her hips
but there is something sad in her,
that veils her great beauty.
In her eyes she has the shine
that comes from her dress.
A twisted sea blue.
I wish she said,
what I wish stronger, stronger.
If I approach her, she gets increasingly closed.
She will be waiting and so she'll keep.
Now what I mainly ask you
is the daring to change doom
and to release her from her spell.