2018.06.25.
Southern Girl
Girl who hurriesbecause the bells sound for mass,
you walk with your head down,
you smile at who you know
You were born in a country
of oranges and oleanders
they've taught you to believe,
to live waiting for...him...
You don't cut your braid
it will be your first love
to undo your year
and then you'll tremble
Southern girl,
you who dream of my world
you only look at my face
Southern girl
Below that which
hides your smile
look deep, deeper
a hundred days of live
a thousand years of live
you've had your first kiss
but you don't remember from whom
My time doesn't count,
no, southern girl
You stay to embroider
your name on the sheets
spying out the window
with your pulse racing for the first time
I'll leave again, dreaming
maybe a bit too,
always so that I
still know how to dream
Southern girl
you call me ma'am
and you admiringly look at
the clothes that I have
Southern girl,
I'd give everything
To have your face
a hundred days of live
a thousand years of live
I'm the same age as you
but I don't know since when
My time doesn't count,
no, southern girl