When two bodies look for each other,
The flesh is made, utopia,
When two bodies meet,
The flesh is made, joy,
When two bodies embrace,
Flesh is done, anarchy,
When two bodies fall asleep,
Flesh is done, vigía...
Believe me, believe me, believe me...
Although love is a mirror
And passion, a flower of a day.
When two bodies are souls
The flesh is made, poetry.
When two bodies are bored,
It becomes flesh, apathy,
When two bodies separate,
It becomes flesh, agony,
When two bodies become they deny,
The flesh is made, heresy,
When two bodies die,
The flesh is made, empty...
When two bodies are souls
It is makes the flesh, poetry.