Canción Erótica

I know it's not the most
Original
Of love declarations
To tell you that I want
To grow old
By your side

You might wonder, what happened to me?
It was that I realized
The wonder of having coffee
Of doing the dishes
And having a tickle war

Why do they say routine is so bad?
If it has a table, a chair, a mirror
Why do they think that the spice in life
Comes only from the new?

What's the charm of tasty wine
And vinyl records and yellowed photos?
And what's the beauty of the old couple
Who still walk hand in hand?

I know it's not the most
Original
And it's taking
An existential turn

But I can't (shu-bi-ru-ba)
Stop thinking (shu-bi-ru-ba)
About thousands of things (shu-bi-ru-ba, ah, ah)
Even if it sounds impudent, I think for example

How good it is to love each other with all our flaws
How good is the bed where there's grace
For the belly, the stretch marks, and the gray hair
And before the eroticism rises further
And the children start to investigate
And you give me that look
That demands I keep my composure

I return to what this song was meant to be
Where your romantic husband
Was telling you he wants to grow old
If when he's old
You're still there