La Sombra - Azrael

Un arte que nacio en lo marginal

Fue perseguido sin pensar

En el sentir que habia ahi…

Las guitarras empiezan a sonar

El silencio esta roto ya

Un quejido que es todo lo que vivi…

Quiero sentir… tu piel en mi

En las hogueras y en las cuevas

Con vino, olvidar que es triste vivir

Quiero sentir tu piel en mi

El heavy es perseguido por el poder

Es violencia para el

Considerado como marginal, como el flamenco fue

Acabaras mal, te rechazaran

Solo por sentirlo dentro de ti

Y tendras que luchar para que al final

Vean la verdad

Todo el dolor y todo lo que siento yo por ti

Es como una llama que va quemando

Dentro de mi

Acabaras mal…

Quiero sentir tu piel en mi

Lo que quiero es que me mires

Con esos ojitos negros

Que me mires noche y dia

Y que tu espiritu vuele a lo alto

Del cielo cuando se apague tu vida

Sombra del sufrir

An art that was born in the margins

He was persecuted without thinking

In the sense that there was...

The guitars start to play

The silence is already broken

A moan that is all I lived…

I want to feel… your skin on me

In the bonfires and in the caves

With wine, forget that it is sad to live

I want to feel your skin on me

The heavy is chased by the power

It's violence for him

Considered as marginal, as flamenco was

You will end badly, they will reject you

Just to feel it inside of you

And you will have to fight so that in the end

see the truth

All the pain and everything I feel for you

It's like a flame that burns

Inside of me

You will end badly...

I want to feel your skin on me

What I want is for you to look at me

with those little black eyes

That you look at me night and day

And may your spirit fly high

From the sky when your life goes out

shadow of suffering