Zulema
Mira al Sol y acaríciame
Resplandor que eclipsa al temor
Nuestro amor no es cosa de dos
Mi jardín florece sin ti
Sabes que esperándote
Puedo estar una vida y más
Mi creador porta una obsesión
No elegí yo su religión
Quiero mirarte, quiero besarte
Quiero buscarte por todas partes
Quiero cuidarte, quiero ayudarte
Quiero arroparte entre mis brazos
No salga el Sol, matices negros
Tu piel no está, sí tu recuerdo
Cristales tintados con sangre de celos
Martirio con velo, nostalgia sin miedo
Los cuervos graznan, mi luz se apoca
Mis lágrimas conservan tu rabia
Muerte que nace, un río que brota
La fuente aguarda tu vil derrota
No salga el Sol, matices negros
Tu piel no está, sí tu recuerdo
Cristales tintados con sangre de celos
Martirio con velo, nostalgia sin miedo
Zulema
Look at the Sun and caress me
A radiance that eclipses fear
Our love is not just between two people
My garden blooms without you
You know that waiting for you
I can be here for a lifetime and more
My creator carries an obsession
I didn't choose their religion
I want to look at you, I want to kiss you
I want to find you everywhere
I want to take care of you, I want to help you
I want to hold you in my arms
Don't let the Sun rise, black shades
Your skin is gone, but your memory remains
Tinted glass stained with the blood of jealousy
Martyrdom with a veil, nostalgia without fear
The crows caw, my light dims
My tears preserve your rage
Death that is born, a river that springs forth
The fountain awaits your vile defeat
Don't let the Sun rise, black shades
Your skin is gone, but your memory remains
Tinted glass stained with the blood of jealousy
Martyrdom with a veil, nostalgia without fear