Gust amar [English translation]

Bored of sex and new serials,

Bored of you, bored of us two.

Bored of mornings when you ask

Questions and keep on asking.

I don't have anything to hide anymore.

It's as if I'm messed up.

It was enough for me,

Can't you see how sick of it I am?

Only in dirty films

Is everything clear.

You weren't bad,

But you leave me with a bitter taste, baby

Bitter taste, good

I'll see you tomorrow!

Don't come today.

Today, without you, I want to

Throw myself into the waves which I'm really afraid of,

To feel their flavor, without your flavor.

Bitter taste, good

I'll see you tomorrow!

Don't come today.

Today, without you, I want to

Throw myself into the waves which I'm really afraid of,

To feel their flavor, without your flavor.

I'll lie so that you don't hurt

About what I did last night,

About where I go at night

And why I came back late.

About what I have in my pockets,

About who's writing to me again,

About the lipstick on my throat

I don't know.

Bored of soft sheets,

Bored that we know on Monday what we'll be doing on Thursday,

Tired that you always have needs.

Don't drink your coffee anymore

Ah, topless.

I don't have anything to hide anymore.

It's as if I'm messed up.

It was enough for me,

Can't you see how sick of it I am?

Only in dirty films

Is everything clear.

You weren't bad,

But you leave me with a bitter taste, baby

Bitter taste, good

I'll see you tomorrow!

Don't come today.

Today, without you, I want to

Throw myself into the waves which I'm really afraid of,

To feel their flavor, without your flavor.

Bitter taste, good

I'll see you tomorrow!

Don't come today.

Today, without you, I want to, without you, I want to, without you, I want to, without you, I want to,

Throw myself into the waves which I'm really afraid of,

To feel their flavor, without your flavor, without your flavor, without your flavor.

I'll lie so that you don't hurt

About what I did last night,

About where I go at night

And why I came back late.

About what I have in my pockets,

About who's writing to me again,

About the lipstick on my throat

I don't know.