Hacer el amor con otro [English translation]

Waking up with him

at my side is not the same

as being with you.

It's not that he's bad

nor talks [bad],

But he lacks maturity;

He's almost a child.

[He's] White like yogurt

Without that bull that you have

on your chest.

[He has] Frailty of a flower.

[All this] Nothing to do with my favorite perverse...

Without your nails scratching my back,

without your hands that squeeze me,

everything changes.

Without your tongue poisoning

my throat,

without your teeth that torture

and sweeten, I don't feel anything!

Making love with another,

no, no, no.

It's not the same thing,

there aren't any pink stars.*

The pores of the body doesn't sweat**

ambrosia sprinkled of "I love yous".

Making love with another,

no, no, no.

It's like not doing anything,

fire is lacking from the look.

The soul is lacking from each kiss,

and the feeling you can reach the sky.

I wanted to forget you,

with him.

I wanted to avenge all of your infidelities.

And it went

so horrible

that now it costs me to breathe his own air.

The tufts of your black hair- curly.

Your hips sharp and drained [literally, or defined and smooth],

that beard that scraped like sandpaper,

and your crooked smile

are the best that are in my life.

Making love with another,

no, no, no.

It's not the same thing,

there aren't any pink stars.

The pores of the body doesn't sweat

ambrosia sprinkled of "I love yous".

It's like not doing anything,

fire is lacking from the look.

The soul is lacking from each kiss,

and the feeling you can reach the sky.

• Artist:Alejandra Guzmán
• Album:Flor de papel (1991)