Mujer contra mujer [English translation]

There's nothing special about

two women who hold hands.

The nuance comes later

when they do it under the tablecloth.

Later, alone, with nothing to lose,

after the hands goes the rest of their skin.

One love to be hidden

even if, when naked, there's no place to hide it.

They disguise as friendship

when they go out for a stroll around the city.

One thinks that that is not right.

The other one thinks, 'What's one gonna do?'

And what the others think is neither here nor there.

Who stops doves on the fly,

soaring almost on the ground?

A woman against a woman.

Me, I don't feel like

throwing the first stone at them

if I happen to mistake the occasion

and I find them lip to lop in the ballroom.

I wouldn't even dare to cough.

If I don't like it, I already know what to do

'cause with my stones, they build their wall.

Who stops doves on the fly,

soaring almost on the ground?

A woman against a woman.

One thinks that that is not right.

The other one thinks, 'What's one gonna do?'

And what the others think is neither here nor there.

Who stops doves on the fly,

soaring almost on the ground?

A woman against a woman.

Who stops doves on the fly,

soaring almost on the ground?

A woman against a woman.

• Artist:Mecano
• Album:Descanso dominical (1988)