Ode to the Flames (inglês)

My Love is a burning fire.

But is not the same kind of fire

Of your stove or your soul

My Love doesn't have control

It can be used to heat something

Or someone

But it consumes me as it consumes you

For My Love is a burning fire

While your Love is a warm blanket

You can leave it aside when is not cold

Oh, that kind of Love, so old

Is nothing like the one that burns me

And you

My Love is a combustion

But if I try to avoid the explosion

It dies

At the same speed

But is a fire you can lit with the minimum effort

Even when it is small

Even when you can barely call it a fire

You can still hang around and feel the warm

And it will get warmer

And warmer

And when you can't stand it

When is just too hot for you

You call for the summer again

My fire will stand the pain

My Love is a burning fire

While your Love is a soft wool

Sometimes it's asphyxiation

Sometimes it burns the hell out of you

And God knows it burns me too

My Love is a burning fire

That just can't burn all the time

If you feel sorry, give me a break

Or give me a rhyme

But if you insist

And my Love also insists

We can keep it burning

Until it burns everything

And everything will be ashes, even your soul

Well I said, and I say it again

My Love doesn't have control

So leave it as it is

Just let it go!

Let it go...

And then…

My Love is a burning fire

More like… A burning desire

Wishing one day my fire

Will be burning again