(Esp- Eng) El hechizo de la Bestia / The Spell of the Beast
Era Bella y la Bestia,
que la amaba en silencio,
la robó de su pueblo
para sentir sus besos.
Le pidió dulcemente:
"Entrégame tu amor",
pero ella, angustiada,
le pidió una flor.
Ella sufre en secreto
y en cada anochecer,
la Bestia la reclama
hasta hacerla ceder.
No lo quiere de veras,
pero él, con sus besos,
ha logrado embrujarla
con todos sus aprecios.
Él, con nuevas locuras
y todas sus promesas,
va vertiendo con ansias
cada sueño travieso.
Ella, al pasar el tiempo,
descubre con pesar
que lo ama con fuerza,
pero quiere volar.
Estar presa es triste,
quiere ver el sol,
aunque esto le cueste
todo su amor.
Le pide libertad,
pero él se la niega,
pues no puede vivir
sintiendo su pérdida.
Ella llora, y la angustia
la hace enloquecer.
Él sabe que no es justo
para esta mujer.
La libera una tarde
sabiendo que se irá.
Ella llora contenta,
y él la deja marchar.
Y cuando la tristeza
asoma en el jardín,
la Bestia la espera
hasta llegar su fin.
No quiere que en su vida
no exista más su Bella.
Sabe que en su reclamo
cada noche la anhela.
Una tarde cualquiera,
de agonía sin fin,
apareció sonriente
en aquel jardín.
Clamó con ansias locas,
su boca de embeleso,
pues amaba cada cosa
de la Bestia y su encierro.
El hechizo con fuerza
quebró su triste historia
de la Bestia que amaba,
reclamando sus glorias.
Ella, ahora princesa,
lo ha hecho enloquecer,
solo para decirle:
"No te quiero perder".
English version
It was Beauty and the Beast,
who loved her in silence,
he took her from her village
to feel her kisses.
He gently asked her,
"Give me your love,"
but she, in distress,
asked him for a flower.
She suffers in secret
and every night,
the Beast demands her presence
until she gives in.
She doesn’t truly love him,
but he, with his kisses,
has managed to enchant her
with all his affections.
He, with new madness
and all his promises,
pours out eagerly
every mischievous dream.
As time passes,
she discovers with sorrow
that she loves him deeply,
but she wants to fly.
Being trapped is sad,
she wants to see the sun,
even if it costs her
all her love.
She asks for freedom,
but he denies it,
for he cannot live
feeling her loss.
She cries, and the anguish
drives her to madness.
He knows it’s not fair
to this woman.
He sets her free one afternoon,
knowing she will leave.
She cries with joy,
and he lets her go.
And when sadness
appears in the garden,
the Beast waits for her
until his end comes.
He doesn’t want his life
to be without his Beauty.
He knows that in his plea,
he longs for her every night.
One ordinary afternoon,
in endless agony,
she appeared smiling
in that garden.
She cried out with wild longing,
her lips full of delight,
for she loved everything
about the Beast and his captivity.
The spell, with great force,
shattered their sad story
of the Beast who loved her,
reclaiming his glory.
She, now a princess,
has driven him mad,
only to tell him:
"I don’t want to lose you."