I feel the beat of the drums
as if they knew my destiny
it is the moon that burns
it is the omen of blood in my path
and so I found you next to the flowers
as the fortune teller told me
that one day with your love
I would paint pain in paradise
and I was losing in your perfume
of cinnamon in your kisses with a labyrinth flavor
and right now nothing comforts me
nor this watercolor sky
that today with tears
aaaaaaaa ...
how it hurts
love her so much
aaaaaaaa ...
I became addicted to the poison of his lips
I feel the walking of my demons
that go to the beat of my heartbeat
I do not know if your love is an extra blessing
or is my punishment
and I was losing in your perfume
of cinnamon in your kisses with a labyrinth flavor
and right now nothing comforts me
nor this watercolor sky
that today with tears
aaaaaa ...
how it hurts
love her so much
aaaaaaa ...
I became addicted to the poison of his lips
I became addicted to the poison of his lips
I feel the beat of the drums
as if they knew my destiny
my destiny
Only among all we can make this a better place :)