Cuando Dos Van a Muerte
Alejandra Guzmán
When Two Go to Death
Two are two not seven
In matters of love
Calculating is not my strong suit
It breaks my heart
Immersed in a spiral
Of hatred and carnal passion
Scratching each other until we cry
With animal instinct
The end consumed us
I always swear that never again
Heart will I listen to you
Nor burst into pieces
Out of boredom and loneliness
Never again will I let myself be carried away
By words of gold and honey
More bitter than gall
Were never true
When two go to death
With no one in between
Love never dies
Nor changes with age
The utopia of fatal attraction
Could be controlled
Being whole can avoid
Total destruction
And starting over...
