Say what kind of infection is this?
what sickness kiss my tears
so strong, and devouring so fast
its warm inside and it lives in my chest
singing your name in whispers in this (you)?
La metamorfosis no es mia
sino nuestra culpa pura
y el "virus" que tu llamas
no se cura con pastillas
Ven, cuidare tu lecho y cultivare tu cuerpo
but, i say, you´ll not find a cure for this nameless sickness
this, what you feel, is the medicine
Here I am cortando lirios
its perfume smell like your ghost
Here I am cortando lirios
its perfume smell like your ghost
and every time you need to cry
dont swallow the sadness
wash me (in your tears)
ven, cuidare tu lecho y cultivare tu cuerpo
but, i say, you´ll not find a cure for this nameless sickness
this, what you feel, is the medicine
Here I am cortando lirios
its perfume smell like your ghost
