She Is a Fish
She is always going away
Sliding through my skin dripping through my hands
Like water
She is the rain she is the rain she is the rain
She is always going away
She likes to have her hair wet in the rain
She rages inside the truck of ice cream
She said i love your hair she melts, congeals
She wants, she doesn't want she wants, she doesn't want
She doesn't want she doesn't want
She wants to change the color of her hair
She cut her long hair she has gay friends
She hates her older brother
She works lot like New Yorkers
She roller-blades on the side of the sidewalks
She asks her friends to show their penis
She wants to see which one is the biggest
She over flows in the wish's tempest
She prefers return to her aquarium
She likes sweet drinks she speaks whispering
She is afraid of her own look
Her eyes are pure desire
She wants, she doesn't want she wants, she doesn't want
To drown herself in her own sea
She is a fish
Ella es un pez
Siempre se está yendo
Deslizándose por mi piel goteando entre mis manos
Como agua
Ella es la lluvia, ella es la lluvia, ella es la lluvia
Siempre se está yendo
Le gusta tener el cabello mojado en la lluvia
Se enfurece dentro del camión de helados
Ella dijo 'amo tu cabello', se derrite, se congela
Quiere, no quiere, quiere, no quiere
No quiere, no quiere
Quiere cambiar el color de su cabello
Se cortó su largo cabello, tiene amigos gays
Odia a su hermano mayor
Trabaja mucho como los neoyorquinos
Patina en línea en el borde de las aceras
Le pide a sus amigos que muestren su pene
Quiere ver cuál es el más grande
Se desborda en la tempestad de los deseos
Prefiere regresar a su acuario
Le gustan las bebidas dulces, habla susurrando
Tiene miedo de su propia mirada
Sus ojos son puro deseo
Quiere, no quiere, quiere, no quiere
Ahogarse en su propio mar
Ella es un pez
Escrita por: Beatriz Azevedo / Pepê Mata Machado