EL y Ella

It's him and her.
It's Arma Blanca... Dlux.
They are history in every city, in every mind, in every heart.
There is a light and there is a dark side.

She had everything he was looking for in a woman, she was that angel hidden behind her skin, with lips of honey. He always knew what to choose and be faithful to his commitment, a prisoner of the taste of gall that later brought him a kiss.

So he gave in for love, out of fear of losing her. He didn't want to be the pearl in the hands of someone who wouldn't appreciate having her.
Him and her, meeting her was a step towards paradise. His trophy was eager, this was the price of loving her.

There is no warning, when everything gets complicated one applies oneself. Even being an atheist, he asked God for a wish. She was that typical girl who has who she wants but doesn't want who she has, she only wants in a psychic way.

He knew he was nobody without her, like me without music. Just aesthetics doesn't help a relationship be static. With a strategic tactic you can smell the deception, but it won't calm the damage of yesteryear that now causes a replica.

Him and her drank from that bottle of their resentment, if they went out dancing together he always ended up in a corner. He always longed with nostalgia for happy days over absent ones, but when respect is lost, the magic dies.

Tired of making a room his prison at night, he went out and met that white lady inside a car. Him and her in front of a mirror swore eternal love, nothing tender if that voice speaking to him came from hell.

Too much fear there, it's difficult to find someone who knows how to love you... Without prejudices, him and her. Every wrong step breaks your heart... White lady I am, today you come to find me. I will take you away from reality... As high as you want to fly.

After that first time, she made him dream, with her eternal spring he believed he was flying. Him and her spent the whole night talking in a corner of the glove compartment of that car, connecting.

She showed every moment in another dimension and he with tension in his face and distant entered his prison. Him and her a forbidden marriage like a footprint that recalls forgetting, a glimpse of the unlived.

She gave confidence, together they lived loneliness, together they sought revenge and erased their old wounds. Molding their dreams in clay inside this factory. Him and her like an elastic image between nostalgia.

She was every bottle, every blow against the ground, but he understood her, sheltered her and gave her comfort. She gave reward, thinking of her was an escape. By covering oneself with her icy cloak, losing oneself was finding oneself.

Next to her, princess dressed in white, her steps lead her to an altar on a mirror on that bench. Their figures disguise their lives and he realizes, he thinks she is worth more than his income and says nothing.

Her and him like sweet and bitter tears, and he like a thorn stuck in your soul and the breath of dawn, like the sun that illuminates the miracle and this strange moon, him and her like a voice that fades and seeks fortune.

Too much fear there, it's difficult to find someone who knows how to love you... Without prejudices, him and her. Every wrong step breaks your heart... White lady I am, today you come to find me. I will take you away from reality... As high as you want to fly.

But when love is paid for, sooner or later wounds arise, caresses by rules turn into wounds. When the flame of a fire goes out everything is dark, he opened his eyes already late, only saw walls.

They were hard times, nothing in the pockets, no friends. Just punishment for one who plays with knives. For her it was so simple to subject him to complete oblivion, for him it was so utopian to recover what was lost.

Weak castles of false hopes demolished. Fields sown with dreams reduced to ashes. Numb in the depression that loneliness causes, she walked with others through the city with coldness.

And time knows no mercy, charging for acts it does not accept bribes, making the past remain intact. Going with her was to enter into a pact with demons, losing everything like trees their foliage in autumn.

She has no owner, controlling her was more than difficult, without her he thought he was not useful and sought an easy escape. That night on that bridge, his fragile mind decided to take a step forward saying goodbye to his problems.

None of them granted anything to this pilgrim, none gave the minimum to alter their destiny. Perhaps his sign was to lie in an eternal and narrow bed, but watch your steps because they are lurking.

Too much fear... it's difficult to find someone who knows how to love you... Without prejudices, him and her. Every wrong step breaks your heart... White lady I am, today you come to find me... Him and her!

Too much fear there, it's difficult to find someone who knows how to love you... without prejudices, him and her. Every wrong step breaks your heart... White lady I am, today you come to find me. I will take you away from reality... As high as you want to fly.