Él (Him)
José José
Lives (Him)
I found some cigarettes by the window
He is stealing your caresses from me
He with his presence shatters our history
He weaves dreams in bulk with your perfume
And writes verses on paper tablecloths
And he's trying to supplant me in your memory
Who is he?
He is the intruder, the ruthless one, he is the thief
The selfish one, the opportune seducer
That he doesn't care that he's killing me with grief
Who is he?
He should not hug you like I do
He is not to shower you with tenderness
But he's breaking my heart
And you leave it
He
When I leave he visits you
He sends you roses secretly
He closes the door and ends our story
Who is he?
He is the intruder, the ruthless one, he is the thief
The selfish one, the opportune seducer
That he doesn't care that he's killing me with grief
Who is he?
He doesn't have to hug you like I do
He is not to shower you with tenderness
But he's breaking my heart
And you leave it
