Bolero de Satã

You arrived as the morning Sun
And on us started a pagan party
You freed on yourself the infernal courtesan
And on me awakened this love
Tormented and evil of Satan

You left me as the end of the morning
And on me started this anguish, this eagerness
You planted for me the imortal and barely sane passion
That took root and will be my damn end tomorrow

And now affliction grips me
Crying like crazy and only in the morning
It is the arrow of the bow of night
Bleeding me now
They are tears, blood, poison
Running in my heart
Forming within me this swamp of loneliness