Letras
In the land of Maracuja there lived a foreign girl
She imagined that the natives would liken her to pearl
With her rare and whitened body so long it skimmed the moon
With fingers fair and narrow the strange yellow hair she grew
"I'll need no weapons here, though I've heard the men are wild
Their skin is colored clove, and they feed on fear and guile
For when they see my passing, my head above the sun
They'll take me for a spirit and to their tribes they'll run"
Crying, "We have seen the river's daughter
For her eyes are silver fish and her movement is like water
We must gather up our children down by the water place
And with finest skins and chieftains bones make a temple to her face"
And the girl inside her shelter, built near the river's flow
Awaiting their coming, her thoughts began to slow
And in the jungle's darkness, a circle grew around
Its teeth like funeral stones, its hands swift falling down
To still her feathered breathing, with slightest silent care
They killed her for her difference in innocence
But they kept her yellow hair