I feel the beating of the drums
as if they knew my destiny
is the moon that burns
is the omen of the blood in my way
and I found you like that, next to the flowers
like the soothsayer said
that one day, with your love
I will paint with pain the paradise
And I was getting lost in your cinnamon perfume
in your kisses that taste like labyrinth
and right now, I can´t find solace
not even in this watercolor sky
that today I wash away with my tears
aaaaaaaa....
it hurts so much
the way I love her
aaaaaaaa...
I became addicted to the poison of her lips
I feel the walk of my demons
walking at the same time that the beatings of my heart
I don´t know if your love is a weird blessing
or it is my punishment
And I was getting lost in your cinnamon perfume
in your kisses that taste like labyrinth
and right now, I can´t find solace
not even in this watercolor sky
that today I wash away with my tears
aaaaaaaa....
it hurts so much
the way I love her
aaaaaaaa...
I became addicted to the poison of her lips
I became addicted to the poison of her lips
I feel the beating of the drums
as if they knew my destiny
my destiny