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Burn

Aitana

Arde

Es ese lugar donde la verdad
Es un abrazo hueco, un disfraz
Imagina ser un viejo rehén
Un lienzo olvidado en la pared

Y no, no queréis
No lo veis

Arde, arde, que arda bien
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Arde, arde, que vuelva a arder
Quien pierde la memoria por placer

No vas a caer, soy hija también
No hay raza en el pecho ni en la piel
Callada por nacer, historia de Babel
Soy la vergüenza de tu tiro a su clavel

Será que no, no queréis
No lo veis

Arde, arde, que arda bien
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Uuh, arde, arde, que vuelva a arder
Quien pierde la memoria por placer

Y no hay hogar, si no, si no hay calma
No hay hogar, si no

Y si no arde, arde, que arda bien
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Uuh, arde que vuelva a arder
Quien pierde la memoria por placer

Y si no arde, arde
El cuento del esclavo y su rey
Uoh-oh, arde

Quien pierde la memoria por placer
Un lienzo olvidado en la pared

Burn

It's that place where the truth
Is an empty hug, a disguise
Imagine being an old hostage
A forgotten canvas on the wall

And no, you don't want
You don't see

Burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Burn, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

You won't fall, I'm a daughter too
There's no race in the chest or in the skin
Silenced by birth, a story of Babel
I'm the shame of your shot at his carnation

Maybe you don't want
You don't see

Burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Uuh, burn, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

And there's no home, if there's no calm
There's no home, if there's no

And if it doesn't burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Uuh, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

And if it doesn't burn, burn
The tale of the slave and his king
Uoh-oh, burn

Who loses memory for pleasure
A forgotten canvas on the wall

Escrita por: María Peláez / Alba Reig Gilabert