Quebranto

They're putting a bad taste in our love,
They're hoping we'll fail,
But I've already arranged a scented bath,

To seal our bodies completely,
To ward off the breakdown and the low spirits,
Every true love causes envy,
Every envy tends to be evil,
Every evil that can't be seen with the eyes,

Comes around and turns into low spirits,
Every love that is built on a strong foundation
Has the taste of eternity by luck,
And those who look at us with eyes of malice
Can't find happiness in life