La Dama y El Moribundo

I had a dream in which it was true and of course not
She in her dream, I was dead
With her the sky was open and then it closed
I was an expert at playing dead and that killed me
When the dream comes true
It is undoubtedly a sign
I knelt on the ground to kiss her body, how it moved her
Because her body was my temple
I already recited the creed and two mysteries, but she ignored
Because her body was not a temple, it was a prison
All of ours, all that and more
Remained at the bottom of the sea
Piece of heaven, piece of evil
In hell it will find me
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison
Her body was my temple
Her body was my temple
It became a prison