Once a month you pretend to be an artist
Leaving an impressionistic painting
Under the blanket (edredon: quilt stuffed with the down of the eider duck)
Once a month with your aquarelle
You paint “girones de ciruela” (ciruela means plum; girones anyone ???)
Which will even reach the mattress
But it’s natural when you’re a lady
For you to paint roses in the bed
One time once a month
Once a month
A stork commits suicide
And there you are, so depressed
Looking for an explanation
Once a month
The heavens rob your miracle
Time made you a calendar
All at once, once a month
Once a month
You put forward a hunger strike,
And I some imagination
Once a month the new moon
Comes to get what he renews
And to place a new illusion
Once a month I’m invisible,
To try if it’s possible
Not to provoke your bad temper
Once a month there’s no one who can stand you
Going away is a sin
And if I stay it’s even a greater one
And even if there’s a compulsory break,
And the heavens make a purgatory for you
I love you more, once a month
Once a month
Your belly practices to be a cradle
Your temper depends on the moon
And I want you a little more
Once a month
It make you want to take a siesta
But your hormones want to party
And I’m always the one to blame
Once a month
There’s no clock other than your body,
There’s no light other than your shining
Once a month
Once a month