Oh, Susana, under stars of milk
Can you see the mountain?
Are you barely there? Can you hear me calling
From underneath the fountain?

Does my voice sound like nothing more
than water pushing upwards?
Did you hear my laughter in the after hours?

Tell me of your crazy, affectionate mother
I look at her, she's practically dancing
And I think of her that way
And I think of her fondly
Swaying like a boat in the harbour
Under stars that are laden
Under stars that are heavy
And practically falling

Does my voice sound
like nothing more than water pushing upwards?
Oh, Susana, can you hear me calling?