Soñé drops us right into the fever-dream of a flamenco heart. The singer wakes from imagining that she is finally loved, only to realize that even hopeful fantasies feel impossible when sorrow is her constant companion. Keeping that love unspoken turns the fire inward, so every unsaid word scorches the soul instead of escaping into air.
Las Migas then stage a quiet dance of stolen glances: “No me mires… y cuando no nos miren, nos miraremos.” In other words, they dodge society’s watchful eyes, yet the moment no one is looking, their looks will say everything. Jealousy rises like waves that seem mountainous but dissolve into foam, reminding us how quickly emotions can shift once the wind changes. With passion so intense it “kills” in a single gaze, the song captures the sweet torture of a love that must stay hidden—simultaneously painful, thrilling, and irresistibly alive.