Don Juan

With a kiss on the cheek, he greets her
He looks at her, and his gaze undresses her
The classic gallant, with airs of Don Juan
It exists wherever, wherever they are

He likes it, with a grandeur complex
Talk about your lineage and your nobility
He likes to show off, like a playboy he lives
His greatest trophy is making them suffer

Don Juan, you must know that this woman
You won't be able to convince her
With his flattery and his car, no

Don Juan, that woman to a dreamer
She gave him the perfume of her flower
By the stars of the night

Don Juan, keep your starched pose
She is simply in love
From this dreamer, who buys love
With silver from the Moon and gold from the Sun

Don Juan, you must know that this woman
You won't be able to convince her
With his flattery and his car, no

Don Juan, that woman to a dreamer
She gave him the perfume of her flower
By the stars of the night

Don Juan, you must know that this woman
You won't be able to convince her
With his flattery and his car, no

Don Juan, that woman to a dreamer
She gave him the perfume of her flower
By the stars of the night