Tus Lunares (Nené)

I kept your moles as a memory to keep them close
If you see me in the bars, don't ask me to give them back
I kept your smile because without you, mine doesn't come out
Pure needs, white glove for your daggers

And now I drink coffee without sugar
To not remember how you taste
And if ever I have doubts
I just have to see you with him
How you dance, laugh, and cry
But without the laughter that I stole from you
How he dances all over your body
But without moles all over your skin

Oh, how beautiful it would be
To remember your caresses as if they didn't scratch
Oh, how beautiful it would be
To wake up in the morning and you're not in his bed
Look how we sing to you that I don't need you anymore
I'm content knowing that maybe you cry a little for me
I'm content with two tears for every 100 I cry
And that you feel the same as me just once

If one day I see you at La Malagueta
I'll tell you my dreams that weigh on my chest
Because awake I can't get close
I don't want to steal from you what you can't give

I already kept your moles
I already kept your laughter
And the sadness I have is that you kept my life (you kept my life)
Like the water of a certain Camarón
Without Paco by his side playing his voice

Oh, how beautiful it would be
To remember your caresses as if they didn't scratch
Oh, how beautiful it would be
To wake up in the morning and you're not in his bed
Look how we sing to you that I don't need you anymore
I'm content knowing that maybe you cry a little for me
I'm content with two tears for every 100 I cry
And that you feel the same as me just once