Ella Se Hizo Deseo

She became desire on a winter night
When he felt that his body
It was much more than that
Next to his side of the fire
We forgot about time and I rode her insides
Like no one had done it before
If this is not love, then what is this?
And we refuse to leave these sheets full
I feel that her wet skin takes me away from madness and sex
Straight to hell
If this is not love, but what is this, oh
If this is not love, then what is this?

It is no longer necessary for the night to burn us entirely
We are the Moon and the evening, we are the sky and the ground
If this is not love, then what is this?
And we refuse to leave these sheets full of madness
And about sex, I feel like her wet skin takes me straight to her
Towards hell
If this is not love, then what is this?
Oh, if this isn't love, what is this?

And we refuse to leave these sheets full
From madness and sex I feel that her wet skin
It takes me straight to hell
If this is not love, then what is this?
If this is not love, then what is this?

If this is not love, what is this?
She became desire
If this is not love
On a winter night
If this is not love, then what is this?
Next to his side of the fire
If this is not love
We forget about time
If this is not love, then what is this?
And rides in its entrails
If this is not love like no one else, no one else has done it

If this is not love, then what is this?
The night is no longer necessary
If this is not love
To burn us, to burn us whole
If this is not love
But what is this, we are the Moon and the afternoon
If this is not love, we are the sky and the earth

She fills me with love, love makes me happy
She fills me with love, love, love, love, lots of love
She makes me happy
She fills me with love, oh-oh
It makes me happy
That woman is all tenderness
She fills me with love