Señora (feat. Joan Manuel Serrat)

That one who your daughter dreams of
That thief who robs you
Of her love, it's me, madam

I know I'm not a good son-in-law
I'm almost a kiss from hell
But a kiss, in the end, madam

I am the one for whom now
You wonder why, madam
Your fragrance withered
Losing life, pampering her childhood
Watching her dream
Crying her tears
With such abundance

If when a flower opens
To the smell of the flower
It forgets the flower

The nuns were of no use
Nor the whims and flatteries
She had in abundance, madam

You didn't educate her, I understand now
For a long-haired dreamer
What are you going to do, madam
If the time has come for her
To forget your home, madam
In the arms of a stranger
Who only gave her a breath of Cupid
Who didn't make her beautiful
By force of wrinkles
And lost years?

Put on an old dress
And, sideways, in the mirror
Go back, madam
Remember before cursing me
That you had firm flesh
And a dream in your skin
And a dream in your skin
And a dream in your skin, madam