La Más Bella Herejía

Buy yourself a long white dress...
and in your hair put on a veil of tulle...
let the petals that rain down be white...
and let the faces be white
of those who take care of your virtue.

Our temple will have a roof laden
with little stars trembling with love.
And we will put the same wind as a witness...
of the most beautiful heresy
that will be before everyone...
our union.

And stop crying
about what they will say...
live proudly to be my wife,
even if you don't swear before an altar...
The other will display an old paper,
but her body passed by,
leaving no trace on my skin.

It's time to bury your fears forever,
let no one stand between us now...
You are above good and evil,
above gossip, above so much evil,
if we are only guilty of loving and loving...
just loving and loving...