En la Oscuridad [English translation]

In the dark, the shadows come alive,

And the lack of colors creates hidden images.

Night unclothes, skin attracts, and I am at your rib

Hypnotized under the power of your scent.

In the dark, lips swell in joy,

Hands examine unhurried, sounds are emphasized,

And all winds pass through us,

And the feeling does not end, it lingers.

In the dark, I open furrows in my chest,

For your grace to enter me, your roof, your house,

Delicious ritual of intimacy.

In the dark, I put everything into the rhythm,

And the rest is handled by instinct.

In the dark, I'm doubled over,

And I show you an instant of a stampede's tremor.

I feel your skin as if it bristled,

And just like that, the future is distilled in us.

In the dark, I take the necessary time,

Time that is not wasted, the time in which we explored.

We reached the top, and we were up there,

Far from the city.

In the dark, I open furrows in my chest,

For your grace to enter me, your roof, your house,

Delicious ritual of intimacy.

In the dark, I put everything into the rhythm,

And the rest is handled by instinct.

In the dark ... (x4)

In the dark, I open furrows in my chest,

For your grace to enter me, your roof, your house,

Delicious ritual of intimacy.

In the dark, I put everything into the rhythm,

And the rest is handled by instinct. (x2)

In the dark ... (x4)

• Artist:Cultura Profética
• Album:La Dulzura