Why do you look down when I tell you about love?
Why do you don't give in like yesterday?
Tell me why are you no longer jealous when I dance bachata or some Gardel tango with another girl
Don't think I'm making it up, people say it:
'she is so different', I'm not the one saying it
People say it, he is rubbing oil to your skin..
The people who dance say it,
the people who feel it say it,
Lolita said it, and uncle Vincente said it too
that you, that you don't love me no more
Why are those eyes of the sun no longer keeping me warm?
Why does your smile from paper hurt?
Tell me why you don't get nervous any more if I touch your lips,
is it that there is no desire left in your skin?
People say it, she is so different,
I'm not the one saying it...
People say it, he is rubbing oil to your skin...
The people who dance say it,
the people who feel it say it,
Lolita said it, and uncle Vincente said it too
that you, that you don't love me no more
The people who dance say it,
the people who feel it say it,
Lolita said it, and uncle Vincente said it too
that you, that you don't love me no more (x2)