Llamarada Pasional
Tita Merello
Passionate Blaze
The voice of a man haunts me in memory,
In the tormenting memory of yesterday.
It was a voice pleading with my conscience
To be good, to love him well.
It's my senses screaming for you to come back,
It's my storm that emerges with your voice.
It's a passionate blaze to love you and not have you,
Knowing that my heart beats for you.
Blaze
It's hearing from the shadows
That voice that calls my name,
That I search for and isn't there.
Blaze
It's feeling on my lips
All the fire of your kiss
That burns me and fades away.
Blaze
It's hearing the one who calls me
And running after a shadow
Impossible to reach.
I am punished by remembering you,
My blood screams for you to love me again.
Fear of a life that slips away with time
And not having you again like yesterday.
It's a blaze to remember you with my blood,
Knowing that I will never, never see you again.
Looking at my temples turning white and stopping
With a thousand memories of this anguish of love.
