Quemaste Tus Alas de Ángel

What is an angel like you
Doing in a hell like mine?
Giving your love to the poorest of devils
The poorest of devils

The flower you brought me
That white dress
Your wings of innocence
Will end up burning
You want to see them burning

My heart is big
It's like a bottomless pit
It needs so much love
That it can never be filled, never

The flower you brought me
Not even that white dress
Your wings of innocence

Will end up burning
Will end up burning
Will end up burning
They are flames, they are flames

You want to see them burning
You want to see them burning
You want to see them burning
They are flames, they are flames

You burned your angel wings
You burned your angel wings