Flores Negras
Oscar Chavez
Black Flowers
Your eyes hurt me, your hands hurt me
Your lips hurt me, that know how to pretend
And to my shadow I ask, if those lips I adore
In a sacred kiss could lie
Even if I live as a prisoner, in my loneliness
My soul will tell you, I love you
Our lips keep the flame
Of a voracious kiss that you won't forget tomorrow
Black flowers of destiny, separate us without mercy
But the day will come when you'll be, only for me, only for me
But the day will come when you'll be, only for me, only for me
