Jugar Con Fuego

I have four carnations
One for each reason
The encounter, your gaze
My secret, our forgetfulness
I'm playing with fire
And in the fingertips
I have the touch of the days
I have the touch of the nights
I have the touch of both

It's immoral to feel bad
For having loved so much
It should be forbidden
To have lived
And not to have loved
So throw me a kiss
As I remain a prisoner
Of our confinement
Playing with fire

If I ran out of breath
And couldn't find you
The dark night will come
To stay with me
Because playing with fire
I might hurt you
I might hurt you

I might suffer a little
And we both love each other
It's immoral to feel bad
For having loved so much
It should be forbidden
To have lived
And not to have loved

So throw me a bone as I remain a prisoner
Of our confinement
Playing with fire
You're playing with fire
For just a little bit
And very close together
For you, my queen