Piel a Piel

(And again
Haaaaaai
Santa Fe band
And with style
Haaaaaai guepa)

We are lovers of God whispering in the wind
What we do in secret in every hotel room
For your kisses, your body, I'll go straight to hell
I'll suffer the punishment because I don't want to leave you

You leave your house again and call me immediately
I let my wife ring and we see each other shortly after
Where will you end up in a cheap motel by taxi
The place doesn't matter to love, that's our pact

Chorus

And again skin to skin, again being unfaithful
To the one waiting for me at home with tears on the tablecloth
And again skin to skin, again being unfaithful
To the one who irons my shirt and you wrinkle it again

(Let the painters play)

Haaaaaai
Dance, dance Santa Fe

They say you and I have a clandestine love
After sinning, each goes their own way
If they ask you out there, we're just friends
But loving each other in secret is our destiny

It's getting late, my love, and it's getting dark
After a shower, you're almost ready to leave
But don't rush, you must pretend
Because that wet hair can give you away

Chorus

And again skin to skin, again being unfaithful
To the one waiting for me at home with tears on the tablecloth
And again skin to skin, again being unfaithful
To the one who irons my shirt and you wrinkle it again

(With style)
(Haaaaaai guepa)