Condenados

Ah, my love, we’re doomed
We can already say that we’re one
We are one
And in this stage of love where we’re one
It’s when we lose half of ourselves each

Ah, my love, we’re feeling more mischievous
Today we’re getting more out of pleasure
And we are one
When we sleep together, separate dreams
That we won’t confess at all

Ah, my love, ah, my love
How many little betrayals
Poor diplomatic lies of pure intentions
We’re doomed

Ah, my love, with our discreet sins
We’ve formed this being so whole, yet divisible
It seems incredible
That we try to make it last forever
In these incomplete halves
But decent.