There are very few memories of her that I've got;
always alone with her eyes lost staring into the distance.
She was made of Ivory and Olive colors,
as the moonlight shone.
When she came out to the balcony,
time stood still and the wind stopped.
Ya me quedan pocas memorias suyas,
siempre sola y con su mirada perdida en la distancia.
Ella estaba hecha de color marfil y verde oliva,
su piel era un receptaculo perfecto para brillo de luna llena.
En cuanto salio al balcon,
el viento dejo de soplar y el tiempo se olvido de contar.
