Alma y carne [English translation]

A woman's soul,

Words on paper

In every drop that I'm bleeding

And I have bled over him.

How painful it is to see

And how painful it is to know

That, in his poison, he doesn't know

What I longed to have

And that, in my longing, I was left

All alone...!

Tell him that I am...

(Tell him that I am!

Tell him that I am!)

Fire and air,

Flesh and soul

That my voice... That my voice

Is the stillness within my pain.

(Tell him that I am!

Tell him that I am!)

Race and blood,

Delirium and hunger...

And my voice... And my voice,

Is the fire in my heart.

A woman's soul,

For every full moon spent without him

Torn between life and death,

Where nobody can see me anymore.

It burns so much to see

And it wounds me so deeply to know

That my lament is worthless,

That I have slashed my skin

With every and each song...

Every and each song!

(Tell him that I am!

Tell him that I am!)

Fire and air,

Flesh and soul

That my voice... That my voice

Is the quietude within my pain.

(Tell him that I am!

Tell him that I am!)

Race and blood,

Delirium and hunger...

And my voice... And my voice,

Is the fire in my heart.

It burns so much to see,

It wounds me so deeply to know

And it hurts, it hurts and it hurts so much!

This raw loving

Is screaming from within my being

And now, it hurts!

It grows and it hurts

With every song...

(Tell him that I am!

Tell him that I am!)

Fire and air,

Flesh and soul

And my voice... And my voice,

Is the fire in my heart.

• Artist:Mónica Naranjo
• Album:Mes Excentricités: Vol. 2 "Les Quatre Saisons" (2020)