Otra Como Tu

There can't be
Where would I find her
Another woman, just like you
There can't be, such misfortune
Another woman, just like you
With the same emotions, with the expressions
That in another smile I wouldn't see
With that attentive look at my indifference
When I got out of the situation
With the same fantasy, the ability
To endure the ruthless pace oh oh
Of my bad mood, oh oh oh oh

And I miss every night all your quirks
Although bigger, they were like mine
And I miss your looks because I know they are there
Where I put them passionately, oh, oh
Right above you oh oh oh oh

There can't be another
If she doesn't exist, I'll invent her
It seems clear that I'm still poisoned by you
It's the most evident thing

There can't be another
If she doesn't exist, I'll invent her
It seems clear that I'm still poisoned by you
It's the most worrying thing.