Y es que el amor [Spanish translation]

And love grows on plants

like small red thorns.

And it's this immortal love

who gets poisoned,

who gets poisoned.

And love is in the air,

like bats thirsty for sadness.

It's the lips of death

that kiss us,

that bite us.

And love

And love

Is a lost animal.

And love sleeps at other people's homes

like nurses on duty,

at night.

And it is this white-hand love

who takes care of us,

and kills us.

And love

And love

Is a lost animal.

And it is this white-hand love

who takes care of us,

and kills us.