Carne

It's true that love doesn't give me the desire to be with you
It's the blind side of pain that invites this moment

That's meat
Your best smell is meat
Every time I feel the sweat
The blood, scratching me, tearing my skin
Can't you see that the flesh is weak this time
Here it's born and dies without knowing
The fear of how far you'll have to fall

It's not true that the spiritual will take away the flesh with its smell
Nor is it true that passions come out of the mind
The truth is that your tranquility dances with the flesh
The mistake is in us when we confuse it with love

Asking you for more compassion
The pain of having suffered will go away
And the heart will be right
Peace has already blinded your heartbeats

If you give me your smell
Think about it, this time you won't go better
Than the time you deceived your feelings
If I give you pain
It will be your fault and not my mistake
If you once again confuse the love I have to give you
Meat