Propiedad Privada
Los Bybys
Private Property
That woman
Who runs, who returns, who moans and waits
Who dreams, who invents landscapes
Where you only kill a piano and an armchair
That woman
Who joins her nights with my early mornings
And explodes in my arms like a grenade
I want, by holy God, to be my woman
And let it not be said anymore, she is the woman I take
And let it not be spoken anymore, that woman is the one I want
For the rest of my life she will be my woman
She will be my private property, no one try anything
There's nothing to be done
That woman
Who sings beautifully like a lark
Who feels, who vibrates like my guitar
Who knows how to ignite me
When I want love
That woman
Who joins her nights with my early mornings
And explodes in my arms like a grenade
I want, by holy God, to be my woman
And let it not be said anymore, she is the woman I take
And let it not be spoken anymore, that woman is the one I want
For the rest of my life she will be my woman
She will be my private property, no one try anything
There's nothing to be done
