Dragón rojo [English translation]

My fingers, like a laser, point where he stabs.

The headlamps dilated, the victim found.

I confess, I drew a bull's-eye on your neck.

You gave me a dance and I agreed to play.

(Chorus)

I swear I did not want to feel anything, just write a betrayal,

to revenge myself on another similar body, or kisses half a lip,

not a song in that last bar, just spit my pain.

With you I was the girl who looks with purity without speaking,

is delivered in the window of Dalí overlooking the sea.

I drew your profile, tattooed your smell on my nose.

Your mouth would always give me a drink, but we would be thirsty.

I took your face with my hands and trembled at the sight behind

the red dragon that burned and I feared never to see it again.

(Chorus)

The short way is long if you stop to kiss.

The short road is long if you stop to look.