Ciervos, corzos y gacelas

I'm jealous of the death that will separate us
I'm afraid of losing you and I fear nothing else
that's why I need to be in you
I, understand you without speaking
A thousand times I see their crazy clowns
playing with real weapons
a thousand times I see their silly herd
and feel the disgust it gives me
I want to touch you, I want to look at you
I want you to look at me and touch me
then I want to play
me and your body, you and my heart