Flores negras [English translation]

Your eyes hurt me,

your hands hurt me,

your lips hurt me,

which know how to feign.

And I ask my shadow,

if those lips, that I adore,

could they lie

in a sacred kiss.

And although I may live

as a prisoner in my solitude,

my soul will tell you 'I love you'.

Our lips conserve the flame

of a a voracious kiss

that, tomorrow, you won't forget.

Black flowers of fate

separate us mercilessly,

but the day will come

when you will be only for me, only for me

Black flowers of fate

separate us mercilessly,

but the day will come

when you will be only for me, only for me.