Que Nunca Se Entere

Check your clothes, your face, your neck
that there is no sign, that there is no trace...
That she never finds out, that in the arms of another
calbagas to the sky, that you touch stars...

But the moon... looks better from another bed
where there is no her scent, if your rain of love
is already from another who at least she doesn't find out...

*Excuse me my friend, but this is my life
and you shouldn't get involved in my things.
I love her, and nothing matters to me, because this
adventure is more powerful.

Like you... I already lived that experience,
and today the damn conscience kills me,
today I don't sleep peacefully in my bed,
nor happy with one, nor happy with another...

You understand my friend, it's just that at these moments
there is nothing better than those forbidden arms,
but I insist my friend, don't leave her so alone
the wind is cold and needs a shelter..

And in the end there is only an emptiness in the soul,
and the latent danger, that another sleeps in your bed...