Muerte Chiquita

Give me the Little Death.
Give me the Small Death,
and maybe in your arms
I will reach full grace.

Her essence of high tide.
Her kisses of tamarind.
Her eyelashes two palm trees
to which I surrender.
They say you bring the shadows,
and inside you are all wounded.

Give me the Little Death,
before the final dream.
One thing to God I ask,
to be his owner for a second.

Revenge is a sweet thing,
and this machete I have
is in case someone hurt you,
that I die for you.
It's in case someone hurt you,
that I die for you...

They say you bring the shadows
and inside you are all wounded.
For one night in your bed,
I am capable of giving my life.