Say what kind of infection is this? what sickness kiss my tears so strong, and devouring so fast its warm inside and it lives in my chest singing your name in whispers in this (you)?
La metamorfosis no es mia sino nuestra culpa pura y el "virus" que tu llamas no se cura con pastillas
Ven, cuidare tu lecho y cultivare tu cuerpo but, i say, you´ll not find a cure for this nameless sickness this, what you feel, is the medicine Here I am cortando lirios its perfume smell like your ghost Here I am cortando lirios its perfume smell like your ghost
and every time you need to cry dont swallow the sadness wash me (in your tears) ven, cuidare tu lecho y cultivare tu cuerpo but, i say, you´ll not find a cure for this nameless sickness this, what you feel, is the medicine Here I am cortando lirios its perfume smell like your ghost