La Querida [English translation]

I know you don't love him like me,

even if he's not mine.

I know you don't give him what I gave him

even if he'll go with you.

But when he dreams, I know,

he says my name

and you find hard to cry

night after night.

I bet he says "love" so differently

to when he didn't know me,

I bet in the morning he's hurried

for running to see me...

For something I came after,

for something I came later,

in something I must be the winner.

I know he returns late, I know

smelling like kisses and wine

and you don't ask him how and where

because you know it was with me.

You might found out that for me

he takes care and boasts

and lives happy and joyful

like in the clouds...

I bet now he quenches your whims...

and gives you all you ask;

all in turn for you to let him

see me everyday.

For something I came after,

for something I came later,

in something I must be the winner.

The winner.