Lost one night, no light but for a sky jam-packed with stars, On some lonely beach somewhere in Mexico The night is warm, but spooky, I light a fire and play guitar So I can blend in when the wind begins to blow. But then the sudden señorita speaking softly from the darkness: "Estás tocando tu guitarra para me, Forastero?" I understand the words, but not why she would be Alone out there in the dangers of the dark. And why reveal herself to some maybe-crazy gringo—like me? Unless she's some just-as-crazy puta out to score a mark. But then the sweetest señorita stepped out of the shadows. "Tal vez tu quieres compañia, Forastero?" In the flicker of my fire I see thy face reveal: Far too beautiful you are to be some common girl More like a spirit of the night, a phantom female Made out of myth and mist in the wind's wild whiff and whirl. And the shining señorita speaking softly in her solitude: "Es que tu quieres una mujer, Forastero?" Hypnotized by your eyes I keep on playing Perhaps you'll wish to hear a song before you go. Or if I play it well, perhaps you will be staying. But are you real or just the wind of Mexico? And the strangest señorita speaking softly in her mystery: "Tal vez que tu me quieres...a mi, Forastero?"
Adam Into Babylon