El Amor
Julissa
Love
Love is not a passionate kiss
It's not a holiday on the calendar
It's not giving flowers on February 14
Love does not wither
It's an eternal feeling
It's not prose with the ink of your veins
It's not a bonfire, four eyes, a thousand stars
Fragile rose of 80 thousand tons
Your eyes did not wither but never your gaze
Chorus
They are the arms that open to the calvary
They are the thorns that hurt his forehead
It's that spear that wounded his side
His beautiful eyes stained with gall
It's a wood bathed in blood
They are those wounds that adorn his skin
His beautiful face so disfigured
It's the lineage mixed with bitter gall
Love knows no borders
Nor races, cultures, nor flags
It's not an act before men
It's an attitude before heaven
It's not prose with the ink of your veins
It's not a bonfire, four eyes, a thousand stars
Fragile rose of 80 thousand tons
Your eyes did not wither but never your gaze
Chorus
They are the arms that open to the calvary
They are the thorns that hurt his forehead
It's that spear that wounded his side
His beautiful eyes stained with gall
It's a wood bathed in blood
They are those wounds that adorn his skin
His beautiful face so disfigured
It's the lineage mixed with bitter gall
