Ella Está Casada
Joan Sebastian
She is Married
She —oh, oh, oh— she
She is married to a dreamer
That from time to time another love is invented
Who has the vice, in his dreams, of flying
Her routine is to be silent and wait
And he—oh, oh, oh—he
He composes verses, he makes them into songs
Who knows if it's true or fiction?
And she, to the children, friends, coffee
The truth is that sometimes he loses faith
And vote for the diet, curse his love (curse his love)
And think about giving way to another gentleman
Give him your time, be faithful to him
Whatever it is, except like that one
That he cut a ring from the sun
That smells like poetry and sometimes like alcohol
He —oh, oh, oh— he
He sends her flowers on occasion
And she thinks it's cheating or a mistake
And returns to the children, friends, coffee
The truth is that she lost faith in him
And go back to diet and go back to love (go back to love)
And think about giving way to another gentleman
Whether his name is Pedro, Roberto or Miguel
But not even a joke (no, no, no)
But no way (no, no, no)
Not even wrapped in promises
Not even wings tied
Another like him, like him
