Santa Diabla
Aaron Díaz Y Carlos Ponce
Holy Devil
She owns a calm that melts
That infects, a magic that is a game of sublime riddle
If she wants, she reaches me but doesn't come down from the sky, she only knows that silence tastes bad.
She owns a darker past
Than her hair, a handkerchief soaked in discouragement and revenge
She walks and doesn't move forward
She doesn't rise from the ground, she only knows that silence tastes bad
And leaves you asleep like that, without knowing what to do or say
And takes you down like that, because that's how it is
She's a devil, she's a saint, she's all that I love
She's a remedy that soothes your heart
She's a saint, she's a devil, she calculates everything she does
She's a mystery that breaks your heart without asking for forgiveness
She owns my blood, my jealousy
My hunger for a desire that never ends, a light that never goes out
If she wants, she reaches me but doesn't come down from the sky
She only knows that silence tastes bad
And leaves you asleep like that, without knowing what to do or say
And takes you down like that, because that's how it is
She's a devil, she's a saint, she's all that
I love, she's a remedy that soothes your heart
She's a saint, she's a devil, she calculates everything she does
She's a mystery that breaks your heart without asking for forgiveness
