Pervertida
He sentido la espina
De tus rencores
Pagando así la deuda
De mis amores
He sentido la espina
De verte ajena
A ti, que me juraste
Ser siempre buena
A ti, prenda de mi alma
Pervertida mujer
A quien adoro
A ti, mujer ingrata
Por quien tanto he sufrido
Y tanto lloro
A ti, consagro
Toda mi existencia
La flor de la maldad
Y la inocencia
Es para ti mujer
Toda mi vida
Te quiero, aunque te llamen
Pervertida
A ti, prenda de mi alma
Pervertida mujer
A quien adoro
A ti, mujer ingrata
Por quien tanto he sufrido
Y tanto lloro
A ti, consagro
Toda mi existencia
La flor de la maldad
Y la inocencia
Es para ti mujer
Toda mi vida
Te quiero, aunque te llamen
Pervertida
Perverted
I have felt the thorn
Of your resentments
Thus paying the debt
Of my loves
I have felt the thorn
Of seeing you distant
You, who swore to me
To always be good
To you, treasure of my soul
Perverted woman
Whom I adore
To you, ungrateful woman
For whom I have suffered so much
And cried so much
To you, I dedicate
All my existence
The flower of evil
And innocence
It's for you, woman
All my life
I love you, even if they call you
Perverted
To you, treasure of my soul
Perverted woman
Whom I adore
To you, ungrateful woman
For whom I have suffered so much
And cried so much
To you, I dedicate
All my existence
The flower of evil
And innocence
It's for you, woman
All my life
I love you, even if they call you
Perverted