De Flor En Flor

Crazy little head, your memory provokes me
You drowned in my arms
You wanted freedom, and in your delirium
Today you fly at your own will

Offering yourself to men
Who will later get tired
Surrendering to their whims
Will make you just one of many, your blind zeal

There's a poor butterfly
Going from flower to flower
Could be rocking you
In the little nest of my love

Today my soul with dread foresees
The great tragedy of your end
In the same flame that illuminates you
Your poor wings will burn

And then, dejected
Oh crazy little head
You pretend that the wound
I close it with my mouth

I swear to you
By my failed dream
By my torments
By my nights of pain

That in the spasm of my feverish kisses
I will leave sealed, with barbaric terror
Your sinful lips, united
For wanting to sip from flower to flower

Crazy little head, your memory provokes me
You drowned in my arms
You wanted freedom, and in your delirium
Today you fly at your own will

Offering yourself to men
Who will later get tired
Surrendering to their whims
Will make you just one of many, your blind zeal

There's a poor butterfly
Going from flower to flower
Could be rocking you
In the little nest of my love