La Mujer Que Yo Quiero
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Woman I Want
The woman I want
Doesn't need to bathe every night in holy water
She has many flaws, says my mother
And too many bones, says my father
But she is more real than bread and earth
My love is a love from before the war to know it
The woman I want, doesn't need to pluck
A daisy every night, the woman I want
Is juicy fruit embedded in my soul as if anything
With her, my friends want to give her to me
And my enemies make their lives bitter
Because unintentionally
Her lullaby envelops you and against her warmth
Pride and shame are lost
The woman I want, is juicy fruit ripening happily
Sweet and vain, the woman I want
Tied me to her yoke, to sow the land
From end to end with a love that speaks to us with the voice of a wise one
And has the skin and lips of a woman
All mine are my former companions
My dog, my Scalextric, and my lovers
Poor little Juanito
The woman I want, tied me to her yoke
But please, never tell her
But please, never tell her
