Un Alma En Pena

In the year sixteen twenty-seven
In cruel times of the Holy Inquisition
Some infamous priests condemned
To death a woman for love

In the bonfire, a scream is heard
A threat that turns into revenge
A promise between fire and deceit

Little by little the body falls into the fire
Calcined, condemned to die like this in the name of God
It's a soul in pain dragging chains
That you condemn, it's a cry of love

It's a soul in pain dragging chains
That you condemn, at night between cries
Between complaints
The whole town hears what they do
Many moons ago, more than four centuries passed

Voices, noises, steps, laughter are heard
Songs, screams, complaints of someone who died for love
Between cries and sighs of someone
Dragging wounded by the ground a pain

A good soul in love? An excited soul in pain
Seeks everything, finds nothing and wants what was left
And at night it comes and goes, talks, laughs, dances, sings
Cries, screams, loves, and sings, seeks what it lost
For love, for love

It's a soul in pain dragging chains etc
The whole town hears what they do etc
It's a soul in pain dragging chains etc

That in the year sixteen twenty-seven it happened
It's a soul in pain dragging chains etc

And still the people of the town hear that scream
Cruel death for love