Monnalisa's her stage name
And she gets lost for a moment
In the music of the squares
The sun beats on the shutters
She smokes alone, but still she cries
She looks way older than me
But she's a niña of the world, a daughter of the port
And she dances on a speaker
Her heart quickly teaches her
That she's not a girl anymore
She hates photos, she dreams of a bike
That just goes fast, that's all
She runs from a God who speaks
The slang of the underworld
Always reveals a sea of things to you
Beneath the veils of young brides
Black eyes look like yours to me
You've never seen a bouquet of roses
It can't be your name's fault
You don't love, you only make love
You don't love, you only make love
Red eyes, like with flashes
Underworld, dreaming of cash
Wild violet won't be the umpteenth one
A wine mouth the color of Lent
Who'll have to sell her skin dearly
To a bad merchant of stars
On top of a silk glove
She hates photos, she dreams of a bike
That just goes fast, that's all
She runs from a God who speaks
The slang of the underworld
Always reveals a sea of things to you
Beneath the veils of young brides
Black eyes look like yours to me
You've never seen a bouquet of roses
It can't be your name's fault
You don't love, you only make love
Monnalisa's her stage name
And she wanted to gamble
Her luck at cards, but she's already far from here
They saw her on a train
Escaping from her poison
The past's a snake in your breast if it's yours
Always reveals a sea of things to you
Beneath the veils of young brides
Black eyes look like yours to me
You've never seen a bouquet of roses
It can't be your name's fault
You don't love, you only make love
You smile, but hide pain
You don't love, you only make love