I would have wanted another woman,
I would have wanted another love,
even less beautiful
and that would have resembled me a bit,
a girl with a clean face,
with big eyes and a delicate air,
that which she has never been.
I would have stolen her innocence
like it’s done with the first love,
snatching from her the secrets
of her first intimacy,
to teach her that to sin together
is not punished if the two are in love,
that which she didn't understand.
Love, love, love, my love,
another woman has taken your place.
Love, love, love, my love,
I wish you were in her bed.
I would have wanted that she trembled
just at the thought of being a mother
and, as others do,
I would have married her sooner or later,
so that she wouldn’t believe in the suspect
of having loved her without giving her affection,
that which she didn't understand.
Love, love, love, my love,
another woman has taken your place.
Love, love, love, my love,
I wish you were in her bed.
Love, love, love, my love,
another woman has taken your place.
Love, love, love, my love,
I wish you were in her bed.