Mentira Salomé / Palmera - Miguel Bose

Salomé no está llorando los martirios de tus penas

Es mentira…

Nunca ha sido mujer buena con humano corazón

Mujer falaz, impostora de caricias

Tu beso es virus que al alma envenena

Mueve tus ansias un corazón de hiena

Con las maldades que encierra la codicia

Mujer falaz, impostora de caricias

Tu beso es virus que al alma envenena

Mueve tus ansias un corazón de hiena

Con las maldades que encierra la codicia

La codicia… la codicia… la codicia… la codicia…

Salomé no está llorando los martirios de tus penas

Es mentira…

Nunca ha sido mujer buena con humano corazón

Mujer falaz, impostora de caricias

Tu beso es virus que al alma envenena

Mueve tus ansias un corazón de hiena

Con las maldades que encierra la codicia

Mentira

Salomé me quiere a mi

Mentira

Salomé nunca me engaña

Mentira

Yo soy su delirio

Dice que me quiere

Siente mis penas

Mentira

Oh, sí, Salomé, Salomé…

Salo-Salomé, Salomé…

Mentira

Oh, Salomé…

Mentira

Ay, Salo-Salo-Salomé

Ay, Salo-Salo-Salomé

Mentira

Ay, Salo-Salo-Salomé

Mentira

Hay.

En tus ojos el verde Esmeralda que brota del mar

Y en tu boquita la sangre marchita que tiene el coral

En la cadencia de tu voz divina la rima de amor

Y en tus ojeras se ven las palmeras borrachas de sol…

Y en tus ojeras se ven las palmeras borrachas de sol…

Borrachitas de sol…

Borrachas de sol…

Borrachitas de sol…

Salomé is not crying the martyrdoms of your sorrows

Is a lie…

She has never been a good woman with a human heart

Deceitful woman, impostor of caresses

Your kiss is a virus that poisons the soul

Move your cravings a hyena heart

With the evils that greed contains

Deceitful woman, impostor of caresses

Your kiss is a virus that poisons the soul

Move your cravings a hyena heart

With the evils that greed contains

The greed… the greed… the greed… the greed…

Salomé is not crying the martyrdoms of your sorrows

Is a lie…

She has never been a good woman with a human heart

Deceitful woman, impostor of caresses

Your kiss is a virus that poisons the soul

Move your cravings a hyena heart

With the evils that greed contains

Lie

Salome loves me

Lie

Salome never cheats on me

Lie

I am your delirium

She says that she loves me

feel my sorrows

Lie

Oh yes, Salome, Salome...

Salo-Salome, Salome...

Lie

Oh Salome...

Lie

Oh, Salo-Salo-Salome

Oh, Salo-Salo-Salome

Lie

Oh, Salo-Salo-Salome

Lie

There is.

In your eyes the emerald green that springs from the sea

And in your little mouth the withered blood that the coral has

In the cadence of your divine voice the rhyme of love

And in your dark circles you can see the palm trees drunk with the sun...

And in your dark circles you can see the palm trees drunk with the sun...

Sun drunk…

Sun drunk…

Sun drunk…