ETERNAL FLAME

The skull on your desk
wasn't frightening at all
your perverted games I meant they were fun
but snow is stained with my blood
cold grows in my head

I am alone this time
I won't choose this time

We fantasized while wine ran through our veins
but we never realized how bitter was its taste
and the snow is stained with your blood
steam comes in your heart

You are alone this time
You're no one this time

There's no way back
no turning point
your sins dominated your life
her touch is lost
her freshness chilled
your crime's dominating your will

We are as one this time
We are eternal flame

Pablo 2005