Santo Pecado

Holy sin to meet you,
Holy sin to ask you,
If you travel alone through life,
If you accept as a tenant in your arms,
This poor sin,
Abandoned...abandoned.

Holy sin was to kiss you,
Holy sin to become addicted,
To the sparkle that your eyes shoot,
To your hands investigating everything,
To the noise you make when you achieve,
The miracle...the miracle.

Holy sin is the desire,
Holy sin your hips,
And the warm and sinister vertex,
Archive of my fantasies,
So close always to heaven,
And to hell...And to hell.

I have tried to find the analogy,
To give it some name,
To this chaos you have caused me,
That I like and annoys me,
And I have come to call it only,

Holy sin,
Holy sin,
If you give me a reason to be alive,
Because then you give me two to be dead,
And I shout that it's a holy sin,
Holy sin,
If you build paradises for a while,
Because then you throw me into hell,
And I say it's a holy sin,
Holy sin,
Holy sin to meet you.

Today I add dreams to my doubts,
Today I subtract kisses from my desires,
Today I live on the edge of nostalgia,
Today I have wounds like stars,
Today I dream while missing you,
With forgetting you...forgetting you

Holy sin,
Holy sin,
If you give me a reason to be alive,
Because then you give me two to be dead,
And I shout that it's a holy sin,
Holy sin,
If you build paradises for a while,
Because then you throw me into hell.

Lies that I believe from you,
Truths that you invent,
Holy is the courage,
And sin is the delirium of wanting you for myself.

Holy sin,
Holy sin,
If you give me a reason to be alive,
Because then you give me two to be dead,
And I shout that it's a holy sin,
Holy sin,
Holy sin to meet you.