Flores Negras
Antonio Prieto
Black Flowers
Your eyes hurt me
Your hands hurt me
Your lips hurt me
That know how to pretend
And to my shadow I ask
If those lips I adore
In a sacred kiss
Could lie
And even if I live
Imprisoned in my loneliness
My soul will tell you
Oh, I love you
Our lips
Keep the flame
Of a voracious kiss
That you won't forget, tomorrow
Black flowers of destiny
Separate us mercilessly
But the day will come when you will be
Only for me, only for me
Black flowers of destiny
Separate us mercilessly
But the day will come when you will be
Only for me, only for me
