Ansiedad
Lucho Gatica
Anxiety
There's a deadly poison
on your blooming lips,
your loving caresses
a sensual delirium.
The heat
left by your hands
ignites an anxiety
that burns to the core.
The fatal fire
in the light of your eyes,
you're like other women
but not the same.
You're an insatiable bonfire
that consumes my reason mercilessly,
what can I do, if your love
is already my life.
I know that not being by your side
death feels near,
the love you've given me
I want to live.
Break my life into pieces
because to you, only to you
I want to give.
Your arms must be
the warmth of my love, woman.