Digan lo que digan

Whoever says that cold is linked to winter
Undoubtedly does not know the cruelty of your kisses
That even if you give them in summer and thirty degrees in the shade
My hands freeze when your lips touch me

Whoever says the sky is bricked
That the blacksmith's house has a wooden knife
That if I read in a comic that they have invaded Gaul
That Asterix and Obelix are coming to clean our beach

If the time I spend each day looking at you
I had invested in caressing you
Perhaps things would be different today
Perhaps my sadness would be joy

And how fantastic it would be not to love you
Or to be the frog from that fictional tale
So that one day in a pond you kiss me
And I become a TV heartthrob

Whoever says the wind is linked to madness
Undoubtedly does not know the touch of her waist
That even if I counted my experiences on one hand
I would let an arm be cut off just to touch her again

If the time I spend each day looking at you
I had invested in caressing you
Perhaps things would be different today
Perhaps my sadness would be joy

And how fantastic it would be not to love you
Or to be the frog from that fictional tale
So that one day in a pond you kiss me
And I become a TV heartthrob