La mataré [English translation]

I sat her down on my lap,

and went mad from her mere touch.

I've kept her intact in my memories

the way she used to be,

always by my side.

She never pledged her love to me,

I thought it would be eternal,

and she just smiled

and looked at the sea.

I got drunk between her arms.

She never drank, nor did I see her crying.

I would have died for her laughter,

I would have been her contented slave.

What a dirty, treacherous pain

slowly poisons my heart.

I know she never lost her reason,

she never lost her cool.

I want to see her dance among the dead,

that brown-skinned hips that sapped my reason.

There's a mist of blood before my eyes

and in my soul just one wish:

that I might never find her.

I only want that, once

something moves her.

May I never find her,

or I know I'll kill her.

Please, y only want to kill her

at knifepoint,

kissing her once again.