Ángel

The night seduces him
He dresses well
His framed eyes
He doesn't let himself be seen
Disguises his truths
Forgets who he is

Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman

The darkness hides him
Makes him look good
Ignores the looks
That try to condemn
And his icy smile
Does not stop deceiving

Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman

Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman

Like a pantomime
Like a woman

Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman