Letra de Carne (en ingles)

Is not true that love is born the desire to be with you
is the blind side of pain, which invited this time

That is meat
your best smell is meat
every time you feel the sweat
blood, spiders, ripping skin
do not you see that the flesh is weak this time
Here is born and dies without knowing
fear of seeing how far you must fall

is not true that I know of the spiritual anger meat with its odor
nor is it true that the mind leaving an air of passions
the truth that with the meat dance your tranquility
the error in us when we confuse this with love

asking more compassion
it will go away the pain of having suffered
and heart rate will
peace blinded and your heartbeat

if I smell your das
Think about this time not anger better tea
that while deceiving your feelings
if I give you pain
will be your fault and not my mistake
if again confuse the love I have for you
meat