El Reto

If because I roll at your feet
Like a surrendered fool
And a look asks you with fear almost with dread
If because I stay before you
Static with emotion
You think that my heart will break in my chest and that I will forever be the slave of your passion
Soul of my soul, the slave of your passion

You're wrong, you're wrong
Fresh and fragrant bud
I will break your pride
Like the miner breaks rocks
If you provoke me to fight
Ready to fight this
You are foam, I am the sea
That trusts in its angers, you make me cry but one day I will make you cry too
Sweetheart, I will make you cry too

I will make you cry and then
When sad and defeated
From love you come surrendered
Begging for forgiveness at my feet
As my anger is infinite in its excesses
Do you know what I will do in those
Moments of indignation
Tear out your heart,
To eat it with kisses
Soul of my soul, to eat it with kisses