Santa Diabla - Aarón Díaz & Carlos Ponce

She's got a calm that melts, it's contagious
An extraordinary riddle game of magic
She can reach me if she wants to, but never comes down from the sky
All she knows is that silence
Has a bad taste

She's got a past darker than her hair
A handkerchief drenched with despondency and vengeance
She walks but doesn't move forward,
She doesn't rise up from the ground
She only knows that silence
Is distasteful

And she'll leave you like so sleeping like so
Not knowing what to do or what to say
And she'll take you like so exhausted like so
Because that's how she is

She's a devil, she's a saint
She's everything that I like
She's a remedy that eases the heart
She's calculating in everything she does
She's a mystery that breaks your heart
Without asking for forgiveness

She's the owner of my blood
of my jealousy, of my hunger
of a never ending wish
of a light that won't turn off
She, she can catch up to me if she likes; but she doesn't fall out of the sky
All she knows is that silence
Has a bad taste

And she leaves you like that, asleep like that
And she takes you like that, surrendered like that
Because that's how she is

She's a devil, she's a saint
She's everything that I like
She's a remedy that eases the heart
She's calculating in everything she does
She's a mystery that breaks your heart
Without asking for forgiveness