Yo Por Él

Tall as he is
With his lips on fire
Every day I come across him on the stairs
And I have to hold back
With the desire I have for him
To not grab his neck, what a danger

There are whimsical loves
There are clandestine loves
And there are impossible loves, like mine

I know he doesn't see me
He doesn't even realize
That I'm a woman and desire him
I like to imagine
That I have him on my mind
While I fill notebooks with his name

There are loves à la carte
There are loves with a knife
And there are loves on fire, like mine

Me, because of him, I would change the usual course
With which the world turns
Me, because of him, I would change tastes
Gesture, sex, and religion

I would get used to him
To losing, I swear I would
I would change my name for him
Clothes, friends, I would sleep at his feet

And I would follow him in the shadow night and day
Delighted to have what he already throws away
I would never ask for anything, everyone would know
Just him and me, enough lies

There are loves that kill you
There are loves that save you
And there are loves that take away your senses