La Flor Del Frio

Night in London, stolen kisses
Maybe you are like children
Maybe you have already discovered forbidden games
And tired of the moon, you feel
loneliness for the first time

You seek the flower of cold
You fly far from here
You dream, digging into the pain
You cry with the flower of cold

In that house in Camden Town
Two clandestine lovers live
lurking for love
It's those two!
Governments pointed fingers
with the same hand of crime
that now grants you forgiveness

Your verses no longer matter
And it doesn't matter who was who
A tombstone to the scandal
And that solid wall in Camden Town

You seek the flower of cold
You fly far from here
You dream fleeing from the pain
And you cry with the flower of cold