Milagros

Miracles goes south
Will not give her soul yet,
Luxury and pleasure flower
Night and cabaret flower.
More words without reason
Short phrases with passion,
Today she won't come to talk about
love
She won't say us two.

Send flowers and a note
Miracles has already left
Die a little more and more
Because in mourning you are no longer
You are.

When dawn has already lit up
Miracles disguised herself,
Passion releases its voice
The spark vanished.

Send flowers and a note
Miracles has already left,
Die a little more and more
Because Miracles will no longer be there.
Live a little dead like this
Sweet dreams until the end,
Only time took away
The fear of feeling love.