Hera, the daughter of Cronus, bathing in the sun
the goddess of marriage jealous of her god.
Hera descended to earth
and walked on the grass looking for love.
br/>Looking for love
Hera, serene and quiet waiting for him,
Hera, as in love as she always was,
Hera, wetting her lips
Hera, slowly mutating from goddess to woman.
From goddess to woman
Hera look at me, look at me again,
I can't be who I was.
Hera look at me, Hera look at me,
Hera at night the moon that grows and goes,
Hera, the mother, the widow and puberty,
Hera, splashing stars,
Hera again a maiden to begin.
And it was a May afternoon when Hera left
and without fearing the rays of my hand she ran.
My life was different
Hera hugs me and forgets the same thing as me.
The same as me
Hera look at me, look at me again,
I can't be who I was.
Hera look at me, Hera look at me,

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