Deseo está muerto

In the soft light
He comes to me
His eyes are bright
With desire

It’s just the two of us
All else has flown
The air is full of lust
And thick desire

As I feel his tender touch
He speaks softly in my ear
Take off your clothes
You are my desire

But sometimes the dust
Of past pain and lies
Cannot be brushed aside
Sorry, mi deseo está muerto