No voy a mover un dedo

Friends talk about your brown skin,
that when you walk even the sun burns,
about your black eyes, with a serious look,
about your fantasies and your beauty.

Girlfriends say you've changed,
that sadness can be seen in your eyes,
that you stay silent when they mention me,
you're just a shadow and I tell you that

I'm not going to lift a finger,
you brought it upon yourself and you were wrong,
and I tell you I'm not going to lift a finger for your damn pride,
I don't want anything from you or your love.

Friends say you're so beautiful,
that when you appear there are no stars,
that you spend the whole night dancing,
and everyone treats you like a princess.

Girlfriends say you've lost weight,
and sometimes you cry over almost nothing,
that you get upset if you're not pleased,
you're capricious and I tell you that

I'm not going to lift a finger,
you brought it upon yourself and you were wrong,
and I tell you I'm not going to lift a finger for your damn pride,
I don't want anything from you or your love.