Lyrics of Perlas ensangrentadas - Fangoria

Perlas ensangrentadas (original)

La interrogué en el camerino sobre la muerte de Renee
Me contestó con evasivas no sé, no sé, no sé, no sé
Vámonos me dijo tengo que hablarte de unas
Perlas ensangrentadas, flores pisoteadas
Perlas ensangrentadas, flores pisoteadas
Renee fue solo un instrumento una fachada nada más
A mi me llegará el momento me dijo con tranquilidad
Vámonos me dijo tengo que hablarte de unas
Perlas ensangrentadas, flores pisoteadas
Perlas ensangrentadas, flores pisoteadas
La acompañé hasta su casa, nos despedimos sin hablar
Aquella fue la última noche, tres tiros la hicieron callar
Recordé su frase, aquella historia sobre perlas ensangrentadas
Flores pisoteadas
Cuando la interrogué en el camerino me contestó con evasivas
Sobre la muerte de Renee
Me dijo vámonos y empezo a hablarme sobre una historia
Sobre perlas ensangrentadas y flores pisoteadas, así
Descubri que Renee fue solo un instrumento una fachada
Y aunque ella estaba tranquila sabia que llegaria su momento
Fuimos hasta su casa, nos despedimos sin hablar
Aquella fue la última noche, aunque entonces no lo sabia
Por que tres tiros la hicieron callar y me acorde de lo
Que me conto esa historia sobre perlas ensangrentadas, flores pisoteadas
Así que todo quedo en unas perlas ensangrentadas

(translation)

I questioned her in the dressing room about Renee's death.
She answered me evasively I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Let's go, he told me, I have to talk to you about some
Bloody pearls, trampled flowers
Bloody pearls, trampled flowers
Renee was just an instrument, a facade, nothing more.
My time will come, she told me calmly
Let's go, he told me, I have to talk to you about some
Bloody pearls, trampled flowers
Bloody pearls, trampled flowers
I accompanied her to her house, we said goodbye without speaking
That was the last night, three shots silenced her
I remembered his phrase of hers, that story about bloody pearls
trampled flowers
When I questioned her in the dressing room, she gave me an evasive answer.
About Renee's death
She told me let's go and started talking to me about a story
Over bloody pearls and trampled flowers, like this
I found out that Renee was just a tool, a front.
And although she was calm, she knew that her time would come
We went to her house, we said goodbye without speaking
That was the last night, though she didn't know it then
Because three shots silenced her and I remembered it
Who told me that story about bloody pearls, trampled flowers
So everything is left in bloody pearls