Pobre tu alma [English translation]

You have problems, I know

You say my name backwards

If I arrive, already you go

You get what you give

You say tomorrow and it is today

Already I'm fed up with your love

So sweet and so fatal

Honey with lemon and salt.

You alter me, you make me good and bad

Despairs your kind of love

No, no, you're not going to change.

Kisses of fire, drops of water

(Nights of ice, wingless flight)

Roses are hurt, laughs are attack

(You kill me)

With those laps, with those claws

(Which destroyed me, which exsanguinated me)

Your poor soul, poor of you

Stay without me

Stay without me.

I dance on the rope for you

Let you did of me

So only half

Of your unhappiness

You stepped on my heart

Among words of love

Lies of truth

Tenderness tragic.

I got tired of being your victim

I got bored of your movie

No, no, you're not going to change.

Kisses of fire, drops of water

(Nights of ice, wingless flight)

Roses are hurt, laughs are attack

(You kill me)

With those laps, with those claws

(Which destroyed me, which exsanguinated me)

Your poor soul, poor of you

Stay without me

Stay without me.

Already don't torture me more

Don't hurt me more

It was enough the disease to follow your game

Kisses of fire, drops of water, laughs are attack

You kill me.

Kisses of fire, drops of water

(Nights of ice, wingless flight)

Roses are hurt, laughs are attack

(You kill me)

With those laps, with those claws

(Which destroyed me, which exsanguinated me)

Your poor soul, poor of you

Stay without me.

Kisses of fire, drops of water

(Nights of ice, wingless flight)

Roses are hurt, laughs are attack

(You kill me)

With those laps, with those claws

(Which destroyed me, which exsanguinated me)

Your poor soul, poor of you

Stay without me

Stay without me.