Mistérios

From a rib she was generated
Breath of life in the morning
In paradise, she was tempted
By the bite of the apple

She blamed the serpent
And in her hair, a flower
And discovered in the burning body
How hot love is

Would it be a sin
To follow the heart?
How to forever silence
The mouth of a volcano

Always has dreams, wants to fly
Always hungry, wants to bite
Always cold and wants to play
Play with life, to hide

From a rib she was generated
Everything seems to match
Has the purity of a fairy
But has poison in her gaze

And whoever tastes her spell
And whoever dares to drink the honey
Will enter paradise
To never leave heaven again

Would it be a sin
To follow the heart?
How to forever silence
The mouth of a volcano

Always has dreams, wants to fly
Always hungry, wants to bite
Always cold and wants to play
Play with life, to hide