Qué Sabrán [English translation]

And who wants to be the fourteenth of February

if we can be a normal Wednesday.

I take off the disguise that makes me cry, no more.

You paint me color to the bone

because you know my skin is glass.

And your hug is the refuge

where my winters sleep,

and let the cold tremble out there.

What will they know about you, those looks.

What will they know about me, those mouths that shoot.

They only say nonsense.

I like that you leave the doors open.

and that your truths are not eternal.

Your enchanted world, your bitter days.

I like that you are here,

that you are not afraid to be whatever or to be wherever,

that you break the game of good and bad.

Let them come and see,

let them die of envy,

let them talk.

Why do I have to care about what they say about us?

We never used to swim well the current.

And there is no glass of water that can drown us.

City fish that can fly.

Come bite my mouth cheekily.

What will they know about you, those looks.

What will they know about me, those mouths that shoot.

They only say nonsense.

I like that you leave the doors open.

and that your truths are not eternal.

Your enchanted world, your bitter days.

I like that you are here,

that you are not afraid to be whatever or to be wherever,

that you break the game of good and bad.

Let them come and see,

let them die of envy,

let them talk.

Why do I have to care about what they say about us?

And who cares if we are different,

if you see dancing naked among the people.

If they say that this love is delinquent,

they don't know about love.

I like that you leave the doors open.

and that your truths are not eternal.

Your enchanted world, your bitter days.

I like that you are here,

that you are not afraid to be whatever or to be wherever,

that you break the game of good and bad.

Let them come and see,

let them die of envy,

let them talk.

Why do I have to care about what they say about us?

• Artist:Ana Guerra
• Album:La Luz del Martes (2021)