Los Amantes

The heart igniter Igniter of paths Igniter of skins Igniter of pages And the words Lying on their surface Waiting to be devoured Waiting to be devoured Waiting to be devoured The heart igniter Igniter of smiles Igniter of growls The heart igniter Igniter of the silence That foretells the storm The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caresses Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caresses Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caresses The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caresses Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caresses Keeps the rhythm of my roaring caress The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart, the heart The heart, the heart Keeps the rhythm that my terror posesses Keeps the rhythm that my silence confesses Keeps the rhythm that my body professes The heart igniter Igniter of ideas Igniter of resistance Of fists Lifted Like antennas to heaven Saying here we are A thousand hearts Inside a thousand chests Is a thousand torches lighting up our steps A thousand torches lightning up the paths That we're forced to follow through the night Our thousand torches lightning up the night The night is ours when the heart's on fire Our thousand torches lightning up the night The night is ours when the heart's on fire To the lovers, the night belongs To the lovers, of things that grow To the lovers, of things that crawl Of things that dream Of things that think Of things that feel Of things that breath Of things that swim Of things that fly Of things that write Of things with fur Of things with feathers Of things that survive Of things with faith Of things with instinct Of things that live To the lovers, the night belongs For the lovers, light up the night