Por la belleza también se llora

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
They heard that my body was free.

Then I took the dust from a long and a sleepless night
And I have put it in your little shoe.
And then I confess that I tortured the dress
That you wore for the world to look through.


An Eskimo showed me that movie, he'd recently taken of you:
While the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
His lips, his fingers were blue.
I suppose he froze when the wind tore off your clothes
And I..., I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.