Black Are the Gypsy Horses

When Mariana sings,
it's like some treasure tower appears
through the corridors of silk, she pulls me down with chords of gold
To the whistle of her heart, buried nestled close against her skin
I bathe in her rose perfume and I surrender to her whims
Poets tongue and tender eyes
Is where her innocence resides
with the tenderness of wolves
She shakes her hips then climbs the wall
Like a snake that's shed its skin, a latin heart so paper thin
and now she hangs it in the library of her emotional museum
Where Black are the gypsy horses
Racing through her veins
To the white shores of Salvador again
Childhood in father's pockets
Afternoons alone at home
full of sadness full of joy
while Mariana sleeps
she greets the blue Bahia sky
It frames her pumpkin glow, in the horizons of her dreams
Like a cherry in preserve, deep in the chambers of a church
We watch the rain fall on the London streets and see the wonder of the stars
Where black are the gypsy horses
Racing through the haze
To the white shores of Salvador again
Friends left in foreign waters
Dear San Antonio
homes full of sadness full of joy
Then Mariana weeps,
Coz she feels her grandma comb her hair
And in that silhouette of hope,
It reminds her life's so cruel & sweet,
From the bossom of brazil
To the cul de sac of Purcell st,
In the rambling of that distant beat
She will always be that little girl
Where black are the gypsy horses
Racing through her veins
To white shores of Salvador again
A childhood in mama's pockets
Afternoons at home alone
Full of sadness full of joy
Home Full of sadness full of joy.