Alevosía [English translation]

It's not just love, what I feel for you

is an animal malady.

Neither the stubbornness of a wild boar,

nor the jackal's fury.

It's my soul, jealous,

with criminal instinct.

It's to love until it hurts

like the cut of a dagger.

Oh, love, oh, sorrow.

I love you with malice aforethought.

I need to mistake your skin

for the coldness of iron,

or perhaps for the cruel spark

of broken glass.

I want your feelings

to be like minerals.

Comet's dust in the wind,

from outer space.

I don't envy your

most letal lover's voracity.

He's waiting for your fatality,

I aim to what's inmortal.

The spirit that lives inside

your most carnal beauty.

That light that brings back to life

original sin...

• Artist:Luis Eduardo Aute
• Album:Alevosía (1995)