El Vals De La Rosa Herida

He, victim of his low passions, and now that
He, faithful collector of addictions, and now that

And she feeling guilty
Trying to survive
And may her smile never be missing
Her beauty is still there, it did not wither
He feels it coming, girl where are you?

Dance this last waltz and everything will end
Another wounded rose will die
Turn, imagine that she is
In the middle of a ballroom
And hear the applause of her exhibition

She was always faithful to him
Although her thoughts betray her
Only once in a while
He will pretend not to
Like an alpha male, his desires were law

And she feeling guilty
Trying to survive
And may her smile never be missing
Her beauty is still there, it did not wither
He feels it coming, girl where are you?

Dance this last waltz and everything will end
Another wounded rose will die
Turn, imagine that she is
In the middle of a ballroom
And hear the applause of her exhibition

There is an outside world
That has always been there
If she dared to return
There is a world ahead of her
That prevents her from reaching freedom

She has a hidden place
Among roses she usually hides
She licks her wounds there
And dances again

Dance this last waltz and everything will end
Another wounded rose will die
Turn, imagine that she is
In the middle of a ballroom
And hear the applause of her exhibition

Dance this last waltz and everything will end
Another wounded rose will die
Turn, imagine that she is
In the middle of a ballroom
And hear the applause of her exhibition