Dile

Hey woman tell him

He thinks he's very sure about knowing you
That there's no one on your mind
When you make love to him
He thinks he's the first to discover you
To debut you and feel you
And to ignite you with passion

He's wrong
To believe he's the only one
Who knows every point
Where you explode with pleasure

He's wrong
Poor naive presumptuous
To believe that your sighs
Were only for him

Tell him (tell him) that I was also a good lover
That I don't care about his boasts
That we loved each other to death
Tell him that I improvised thousands of caresses
That I drew on your body
A landscape with my love

That I know you as much or better

I know he says
That I was nothing in your life
That you lost every day
That you spent with me

Hey

He's wrong
To believe he's the only one
Who knows every point
Where you explode with pleasure

He's wrong
Poor naive presumptuous
To believe that your sighs
Were only for him

Tell him (tell him) that I was also a good lover
That I don't care about his boasts
That we loved each other to death
Tell him that I improvised thousands of caresses
That I drew on your body a landscape with my love

That I know you as much or better
Tell him, tell him
And remember that where there was fire, ashes remain

Tell him (tell him) that I was also a good lover
That I don't care about his boasts
That we loved each other to death
Tell him that I improvised thousands of caresses
That I drew on your body a landscape with my love

That I know you as much or better