Your tree has a tree trunk in its hairs You throw a flame wherever your eyes fall And the flame has burned me like a chimney that has been lit Like a lamp I have lit popocain As I burn and melt I go unfairly Like a lamp I have lit popocain You don't give me your kiss when I ask I wonder how your soul bears it With your gaze you deceive me but your opinion changes Like a lamp I have lit popocain As I burn and melt I go unfairly Like a lamp I have lit popocain Your tree has a tree trunk in its hairs You throw a flame wherever your eyes fall And the flame has burned me like a chimney that has been lit Like a lamp I have lit popocain As I burn and melt I go unfairly Like a lamp I have lit popocain