Marido y Mujer

Lucía: We argue for any reason,
And then stop talking to each other,
You in your world and me in mine,
Without showing any interest. . .
Joaquín: The simple gestures are gone,
That kiss before sleep,
Today everything is so cold and distant,
By your side, I'm no longer happy. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: It can't be, it can't be,
That the love and respect that once existed have died. . .
It can't be, it can't be,
That we forget we are still husband and wife. . .
Lucía: We blame each other for everything,
We never give in,
We avoid being alone together,
The silence makes us worse. . .
Joaquín: Sundays are endless,
And Mondays bring calm again,
Routine helps us forget,
The anguish of seeing each other afterwards. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: It can't be, it can't be,
That the love and respect that once existed have died. . .
It can't be, it can't be,
That we forget we are still husband and wife. . .