Sonidos Escondidos

An old guitar was gifted to me
Hidden sounds in a corner
I strummed its strings and understood
The most sincere textures of a dying

I'd rather die to be born again
And obtain the scent of your silence
I want to fill my life with your fire
And stop at what I can do
And restrain myself to not lose
The desire to have you
To have you, the desire to have you

Soft and dark sounds
Taught me to understand you as the purest
Cadences of your body entertain me, enveloping me
And can make me fall towards you
And merge with you until I die, until I die

I'd rather die to be born again
And obtain the scent of your silence
I want to fill my life with your fire
And stop at what I can do
And restrain myself to not lose
The desire to have you
To have you, the desire to have you