Текст и перевод песни Duncan Dhu - Y Es Que el Amor

Y Es Que el Amor

Y es que el amor crece en las plantas,
como pequeñas espinas rojas;
y es este amor que nunca muere,
el que envenena,
el que envenena.
Y es que el amor está en el aire,
como murciélagos sedientos,
de tristeza.
Son los labios de la muerte,
los que nos besan,
los que nos muerden.
Y es que amor;
y es que el amor,
es un animal perdido.
Y es que el amor duerme en las casas,
como enfermeras con turno,
de noche.
Y es este amor de manos blancas,
el que nos cuida,
y el que nos mata.
Y es que amor;
y es que el amor,
es un animal perdido.
Y es este amor de manos blancas,
el que nos cuida,
y el que nos mata.

And It's That Love

And it's that love grows in the plants,
like tiny red thorns;
and it's this love that never dies,
the one that poisons,
the one that poisons.
And it's that love is in the air,
like thirsty bats,
of sadness.
They are the lips of death,
the ones that kiss us,
the ones that bite us.
And it's that love;
and it's that love,
is a lost animal.
And it's that love sleeps in houses,
like nurses with a shift,
at night.
And it's this love with white hands,
the one that cares for us,
and the one that kills us.
And it's that love;
and it's that love,
is a lost animal.
And it's this love with white hands,
the one that cares for us,
and the one that kills us.