Ojo de Abuela

[Verse 1]
Midnight kitchen, only the glow,
Abuela's secrets, a silent show.
Her tired hands, a dembow beat,
Mixing histories, bittersweet.
No instruction, just the low hum,
Of generations, where flavors come.

[Chorus]
Ojo que mira, ojo que aprende,
This flavor, it never bends.
From the heat, from the steam, I see,
El sazón, un misterio pa' ti.

[Verse 2]
Through the lens of her old glass,
I catch the movements, watch moments pass.
A flick of the wrist, a knowing glare,
El secreto del plato, she won't share.
Cada sombra en la olla, a lesson deep,
While the city outside starts to sleep.

[Chorus]
Ojo que mira, ojo que aprende,
This flavor, it never bends.
From the heat, from the steam, I see,
El sazón, un misterio pa' ti.

[Bridge]
They ask for the pages, the words on the screen,
But the magic, mi gente, ain't never been seen
On paper, just in her eye, intense and profound,
Where the true taste of mi tierra is found.

[Outro]
Now the dawn breaks, a crimson eye,
The flavor lives on, beneath this sky.