Quieres América [English translation]

I say "No" and I bite the dust again

You ride it very well

You want America and then what?

You tug the string and finally make me fall

I live in suspense and my purpose is

To let him control this stress

A hundred "hallelujahs" instead of

This addiction to you that cannot be.

I'm wasting away.

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

There's no virtue in my enthusiasm, in my enthusiasm.

Don't torment me, don't torment me.

"Enough!" The crow said to Noah

"This messenger stuff remains to be seen

I'm not your slave, I'm my king.

Send doves because I won't return".

"I won't return... I won't return"

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

There's no virtue in my enthusiasm, in my enthusiasm.

Don't torment me, don't torment me.

Don't torment me, don't torment me.

You are my comfort, my comfort

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

(Don't torment me, don't torment me...)

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

There's no virtue in my enthusiasm, in my enthusiasm.

There's no virtue, there's no virtue, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

You are my comfort, my comfort.

It's you... it's you, don't you see?

It's you.

It's you.

• Artist:Miguel Bosé
• Album:XXX (1987)