La Mataré

I sat her on my lap,
I went crazy just by her touch.
I have kept her in my memory.
Just as she was.
Always by my side.
She never swore her love to me
I believed it was eternal.
And she smiled at me and
looked towards the sea.

I got drunk in her arms
she never drank, I never saw her cry,
I would have died for her laughter.
I would have been her happy slave.
What dirty and treacherous pain
poisons my heart.
I know she never went crazy.
She never lost control.

I want to see her dance among the dead,
the brown waist that drove me crazy,
I wear a veil of blood in my gaze,
and a desire in my soul,
that I never find her.
I just want something once
to move her.
That I never find her
or I know I will kill her.

Please, I just want to kill her.
At the point of a knife
Kissing her once more.