Arde - Aitana

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

Oh, 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

Oh, arde

Quien pierde la memoria por placer

Un lienzo olvidado en la pared

It is that place where the truth

It's a hollow hug, a disguise

Imagine being an old hostage

A forgotten canvas on the wall

And no, you don't want

you don't see it

Burn, burn, burn well

The tale of the slave and his king

Burn, burn, let it burn again

Who loses memory for pleasure

You are not going to fall, I am a daughter too

There is no race on the chest or on the skin

Silent unborn, story of Babel

I am the shame of your shot at his carnation

It will be that no, you do not want

you don't see it

Burn, burn, burn well

The tale of the slave and his king

Oh, burn, burn, let it burn again

Who loses memory for pleasure

And there is no home, if not, if there is no calm

There is no home, if not

And if it doesn't burn

Burn, burn well

The tale of the slave and his king

oh it burns

Who loses memory for pleasure

A forgotten canvas on the wall