Veneno
Los Visconti
Poison
Like a venomous reptile, your body slides
And your caresses have the cold of terror
And your gaze so sad, that sometimes causes pity
Just like the hyena that incubates a betrayal
Sometimes I wonder, what was I thinking
The day my eyes fixed on you
I never forgive myself for looking at you
For the harm you caused me, I was the only guilty one
Who knows at what moment, the great creator made you
Who knows what he was thinking, when giving you a heart
I can assure you, his intention was pure
If you were born bad, it's not God's fault
Your figure deceives, for being so tiny
Your face is the deceiver where your heart
Hides its wickedness, with all sympathy
But your soul is cold, you have no heart
Like a small bottle, of perfumed extract
You have a similarity with your stature
But also remember that a miniature bottle
Carries the deadly poison, just like you
Who knows at what moment, the great creator made you
Who knows what he was thinking, when giving you a heart
I can assure you, his intention was pure
If you were born bad, it's not God's fault
I can assure you, his intention was pure
If you were born bad, it's not God's fault
