Quién me iba a decir [English translation]

Of your lips, of your lukewarm body,

Of your nights, of your fire and your skin,

Of your love that he was the owner.

Your caresses, all of your secrets

The foreign treasure of your sweet honey,

What I never imagined.

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the rain and me the storm.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the cure of my disease.

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the blood of my heart.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the calm I needed so much.

Therefore who cares

That people come and go?

Tell me who cares

If your belly is my truth

Therefore who cares,

That this world is reversed?

Tell me who cares,

If you kiss me again.

You, the unattainable, the impossible,

The woman I was hoping to have someday,

The reason of my desires.

You, the desirable, the impassible,

Angel prisoner of whom doesn’t see you

The woman I always dreamed.

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the rain and me the storm.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the cure of my disease.

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the blood of my heart.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the calm I needed so much.

Therefore who cares

That people come and go?

Tell me who cares

If your belly is my truth.

Therefore who cares,

That this world is reversed?

Tell me who cares,

If you kiss me again.

Only the truth is enough to me

Of my heat in your humidity

Falling by your body

You are the ticket to beyond,

From where I don’t want to return.

If the universe dies…

Who cares?

(Who was going to tell me)

(Who was going to tell me)

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the rain and me the storm.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the cure of my disease.

Who was going to tell me

That you would be the blood of my heart.

Who was going to tell me

That you would have the calm I needed so much.

Therefore who cares

That people come and go?

Tell me who cares

If your belly is my truth

Therefore who cares,

That this world is reversed?

Tell me who cares,

If you kiss me again.

Who was going to tell me?