Ángel
La Ley
Angel
The night seduces him
He dresses well
His framed eyes
He doesn't let himself be seen
Disguises his truths
Forgets who he is
Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman
The darkness hides him
Makes him look good
Ignores the looks
That try to condemn
And his icy smile
Does not stop deceiving
Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
Like a pantomime
Like a woman
Like a silk flower
Like a woman
Like a festive night
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
Like a rose in heat
Like a woman
