Aitana Ocaña - Arde Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

It Burns

Verse 1:
It's the place where the truth
is a hollow hug, a disguise
Imagine being an old hostage
a canvas forgotten on a wall
 
Pre-Chorus:
And no, you don't want to
you don't see it
 
Chorus:
Burns, it burns, may it burn well
The story of a slave and its king
Burns, it burns, may it burn again
Who loses his mind for pleasure
 
Verse 2:
You won't fall, I'm a daughter too
There's no race in chest or on skin
Silenced for being born, the story of Babel
I'm the shame of your shot to its carnation
 
Pre-Chorus:
It seems like you don't, you don't want to
you don't see it
 
Chorus:
Burns, it burns, may it burn well
The story of a slave and its king
Burns, it burns, may it burn again
Who loses his mind for pleasure
 
Bridge:
And there's no hearth, if there's no, if there's no calmness
There's no hearth, if there's no...
 
Chorus:
And if it doesn't burn, burn
the story of the slave and its king
Oh, it burns
Who loses his mind for pleasure
A canvas forgotten on a wall
 


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