daughter of the soil, tripped my soul
Beautiful like rose, close to Santa Claus
Hail to you oh majesty, you talk and all we see is our fantasies
smooth skin, big eyes and nice body all lays down my head
When you’re sick we all cry
because you get us out of our miseries by just talking justice in our challenges
I wish I had the masterpiece
but I offer to you this smaller gift for you to be joyed all your life
because you’re the one covered in gold and truth be told
you’re beautiful to an extent all they talk about is you and today you know
I wish for you to be overjoyed
I got nothing but I think this one will get your heart to be glad inside.