Tu eres
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You are
Why do you bow your head?
Why do you come to the table
without looking me in the eyes?
What are you thinking about? Where are you?
As if a remorse
bittered your thoughts
and a sin you hide from me
that you can't confess.
What's wrong with you, my love,
that you despise the food,
that tears are welling up
without reason or rhyme
and you turn yellow
when you look at the knife
as if it scares you
from a bad temptation?
CHORUS
Take your little glass,
your pure cigar,
and go let the pretty girls look at you.
I'm sure of it!
If you came almost at dawn yesterday
it was because of your friends... You got distracted...
I understand everything!
I am very happy,
I don't distrust you...
No matter how much the pretty girls like you...
You are my husband!
II
Why do you sleep restlessly?
Why do you always live in suspense
if I don't ask you for explanations
of where you come from and where you go?
If it's me you sigh for!
I know the rest is a lie...
You don't pay a rent,
he's not your love, nor will he be.
You don't deserve punishment
because when you talk to me
you make a mistake and let slip
another woman's name...
They are passing things
that, if I believed them,
I would deserve death
for doubting your love.
CHORUS
That scent you wear
doesn't scare me...
You've perfumed yourself to test me...
To see if I like it.
Take this handkerchief...
Who lent it to you?
Don't play jokes on me to make me jealous...
You scared me!
Go for a walk,
bring me a gift,
I won't go to bed... I'll be at the door
in case you come back bad.
CHORUS (repeat)
Don't live on the edge
of other people's gossip,
nor let people come telling me things...
I know you are good!
I am very happy!
I don't distrust you!...
They are criticisms from four envious women...
I know you are mine!