I can't take this pain anymore,
it's like swallowing pins and dying slowly.
If hurt I feel,
Didn't I make you suffer?
Is it true that I broke you to pieces?
And…tell me,
what grows from every bit of yours? Another angel or a tramp ?
An old immortal feeling like the scent of your soul?

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I can't take this pain anymore,
it's like swallowing pins and dying slowly.
If hurt I feel,
Didn't I make you suffer?
Is it true that I broke you to pieces?
And…tell me,
what grows from every bit of yours? Another angel or a tramp ?
An old immortal feeling like the scent of your soul?

Stick to our destiny, together, like a rock, loving each other under the sheets and avoiding the Death every night.

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/ EL AROMA DE TU ALMA /

No puedo más con este dolor,
es como tragarse alfileres y morir lentamente.
Si herida yo me siento
¿acaso yo no te hice sufrir?
¿es verdad que te hice pedazos?
…y qué crece de cada pedacito tuyo? ¿acaso otro ángel o un vagabundo?

¿un viejo sentimiento inmortal cómo el olor de tu alma?

Pegados a nuestro destino, juntos, como una roca, amándonos bajo las sábanas, y evitando la muerte a cada noche.