En La Cárcel de Tu Piel

In the prison of your skin I am willingly imprisoned
Please leave me like this, do not give me freedom
In the prison of your skin there are no more bars than this thirst
That I still haven't satisfied because I drink from your being

In the prison of your skin passion holds me
And why should I deny that I love my prison
You don't need a guard to make me be faithful to you
Nor do you need a paper to tie me to your truth

In the prison of your skin prisoner of this love
Jailer of my faith, of my glory or my pain
Let me die like this and if you have compassion
Bury me in your skin, give me earth in your warmth

In the prison of your skin I strip away my modesty
And it scares me to realize that I do not envy even God

In the prison of your skin I am willingly imprisoned
Jailer of my faith, of my glory or my pain
Let me die like this and if you have compassion
Bury me in your skin, give me earth in your warmth

In the prison of your skin I am willingly imprisoned
Please leave me like this, do not give me freedom

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“In the prison of your skiiiiin”