Ella Se Hizo Deseo

She became desire on a winter night
When she felt that her body
It was much more than that
Next to her side of the fire
We forgot about time and I rode her insides
Like no one had done it before
If this is not love, then what is it?
And we refuse to leave these sheets full
Of madness and sex, I feel that her wet skin takes me
Straight to hell
If this is not love, then what is it, oh
If this is not love, then what is it?

It is no longer necessary for the night to burn us entirely
We are the Moon and the evening, we are the sky and the ground
If this is not love, then what is it?
And we refuse to leave these sheets full of madness
And sex, I feel like her wet skin takes me straight
To hell
If this is not love, then what is it?
Oh, if this isn't love, then what is it?

And we refuse to leave these sheets full
Of madness And sex, I feel like her wet skin
Takes me straight to hell
If this is not love, then what is it?
If this is not love, then what is it?

If this is not love, what is this?
She became desire
If this is not love
On a winter night
If this is not love, then what is it?
Next to her side of the fire
If this is not love
We forget about time
If this is not love, then what is it?
And rides in her entrails
If this is not love like no one else, no one else has done it

If this is not love, then what is it?
The night is no longer necessary
If this is not love
To burn us, to burn us entirely
If this is not love
Then what is this, we are the Moon and the afternoon
If this is not love, we are the sky and the earth

She fills me with love, with love, it makes me happy
She fills me with love, love, love, love, lots of love
She makes me happy
She fills me with love, oh-oh
It makes me happy
That woman is all tenderness
She fills me with love