Chagall hey, Chagall hey You were painting it white showing how to Find my way, find a way And the colors in it blow up indeed Chagall hey, Chagall hey
Bayaney bayaney, Hatillo Puerto Rico Get away get away, the time has cut you with a knife Levanta levanta, levĂĄntate dios mĂo Far away far away, you bathed your soul in that night
Lost in my thoughts I recall this golden age Full of memories ready to write the new pages Ghost in my thoughts like a doll in this golden cage In seek of remedies missing this dark holy stage