Ella Está Casada

She, uuh, she
She is married to a dreamer
Who occasionally invents another love
Who has the vice of flying in his dreams
For her, it's routine to stay silent and wait

And he, uuh, he
He writes verses, turns them into songs
Who knows if it's true or fiction
And she with the children, friends, coffee
The truth is that sometimes she loses faith
And breaks the diet, curses her love
(Curses her love)

And thinks of giving way to another man
Who gives her time, who is faithful
Who is in any way, just not like him
Who cut a ring from the Sun
Who smells like poetry and sometimes alcohol

And he, uuh, he
He sends her flowers on occasion
And she thinks it's a trick or mistake
And goes back to the children, friends, coffee
The truth is she lost faith in him
And goes back to the diet, goes back to love
(Goes back to love)

And thinks of giving way to another man
Named Pedro, Roberto, or Miguel
But not even as a joke, no no no
Not even as a joke, no no no
Not wrapped in promises
Not tied to the wings, another like him
Like him