Pero Qué Hermosas Eran

My first woman was a harpy
But, boy
The point of the gazpacho
Damn if she had it
Her name was
Let's say Sofia
One bad day
She put my suitcases
At the feet of the statue, of a poet
Who is immortalized
In his gazebo
After, don't be surprised
Register, in her name
My semi-detached house
My visa, my past
Her hurry and her future
Leaving me stranded
And broke
The last straw
Ladies and gentlemen
The glass of her love
Was full of cholesterol
Fed up, after two heart attacks
Of getting close to the third
To the systole and diastole
Of my heart
I put a pacemaker
That was running late
Causing interference
In the frequency
Of the TV
Since I lost her
Until today, poor me
More and more drunk
I roll from counter
to counter
Boss: Do you have gazpacho?
But how beautiful she was
When she walked arm in arm with me on the sidewalk
Have you seen me?
Asking that bombshell to love me
Don't you think it was
Asking too much?

My second woman
Was a witch
And I, such a fool, kissed
The ground she walked on
Her name was
Let's say Maruja
That day
I came back early from work
And in my bed
Underneath
An idiot
A lady
Naked
Was doing it
And I who had never
Been in an orgy
Taking off my boots
I said to myself: This is it
And it really was
The one with the stiletto heel
Was Maruja
Between that idiot and me
Like thundering Jupiter
You choose I said
What did she answer?
Without hesitating for a moment
I'm going with the idiot
And you, who thought
The idiot was me
Well no
The cunning one
Was coming and going
Putting on her boots
With the less idiotic
Of the two
And you know what I say?
That idiot and I
We became friends
The day Maruja left us
For another idiot
But how beautiful they were

My second woman and the first
Have you seen me?
Asking them, besides, to love me
Don't you think it was
Asking too much?
My third woman was, gentlemen
Of all the loves
I have lost
The one that hurt me the most
Guess who? Her name was Dolores
But, on my birthday, my little love
She said: Although you're bad
Joaquinito
I bring you, as a gift
A little gift
With her holy unconsciousness
She declared herself pregnant
And I, who had sworn
To die childless
Like my father died
To the future mother
Dismayed
There are pains that kill!
I shouted in pain
And hasn't it occurred to you
To think that your husband
Would have preferred
Another tie?
It was a girl, a posh girl
Not even a boy!
Finally, at twenty years old
She was taken by a stranger
And I didn't lose a daughter
I gained a bathroom
Excuse me!
Sofia seasoned me
Maruja adorned me
I only needed
To take painless childbirth classes
And with pains
But how beautiful the three were
And, above all, the third
Have you seen me?
Asking them, besides, to love me
Don't you think it was
Asking too much?