Con Dos Camas Vacías

Neither do I embroider handkerchiefs, nor do you break contracts
Neither do I kill out of jealousy, nor do you die for me
And before you love me like one loves a cat
I'll leave with anyone who resembles you

Wide open, I open the doors that you close on me
I hear that forgetting doesn't suit you so well
The peace you've chosen is worse than my war
What could have been, what will never be

I, on the other hand, never knew how to go with the wind
That bites the corners of this impious city
Poor apprentice sorcerer who spits at the sky
From a luxury hotel, with two, with two empty beds

And who will do your job under my skirt?
The mouth that was mine, whose mouth will it be?
The hole in your belly no longer turns its back on me
When I lose with you the desire to win

As immediate payment, I never lack a kiss
Whenever I confess, I absolve myself
I no longer close the bars or indulge in excesses
Love songs are getting sadder every time

I, on the other hand, never knew how to go with the wind
That bites the corners of this impious city
Poor apprentice sorcerer who spits at the sky
From a luxury hotel, with two, with two, with two empty beds

Although I never keep quiet, I keep a couple of secrets
I say it man to man, woman to woman
I don't marry anyone or wear amulets
For not having, I don't even have the age to deserve

Who will do your job under my skirt?
The mouth that was mine, whose mouth will it be?
The hole in your belly no longer turns its back on me
When I lose with you the desire to win

Damn the ink that soaks my papers
Damn, the third person plural
The nails that dig in where it hurts the most
If my mascara runs when you make me cry

And as immediate payment, I never lack a kiss
Whenever I confess, I absolve myself
I no longer close the bars or indulge in excesses
Love songs are getting sadder every time