Besos en la frente [English translation]

The goggles and freckles girl,

with complex of chipped doll

rubs her naked body

against the white and silent linen of the pillow.

Invisible among the people.

Damned to be decent, according to the fame

hanged in the neck by those

who never invited her to their bed.

When the party ends

everyone finds couple except for Lola

who leaves, without being kissed,

to sleep alone like every night

and a salted tear

with flavour of tenderness marmalade

damps the floor of her room

where a mirror steals her beauty.

Nobody knows how burn

in her mouth so many kisses she didn't give,

she has her heart so wide open and so rusted.

Lustful men eyes

that in the last subway look and desire

never look in the cleveage of ugly women.

Kisses on the forehead,

Kisses on the forehead they give her;

Kisses on the forehead,

nobody tries to go beyond...

I wanted to try.

Me who, in love stuff,

I've never guided by the looks,

I found in her hip

a lust butterfly.

The most explosive ladies

left me frozen in the bed

-"Be careful of stripping me,

don't ruin my hairdo"-

Lola understood it well,

by hidden roads he looked for

the water that flows from the dark spring of sin.

And though she left me scarred

like a map of scratches in the back

I never found so much warmth under her skirt,

and I asked her "come with me"

even if the friends say "man, how bad you're going",

sick of so many dull, stupid cuties.

I don't mind the fake beauty like the wiseman

who wouldn't trade Paris for his town

and I hold the naked truth of my ugly woman.

Kisses on the forehead,

Kisses on the forehead they give her;

Kisses on the forehead,

nobody tries to go beyond...

I wanted to try.

• Artist:Joaquin Sabina
• Album:El hombre del traje gris