Abarroteria de Amor
El misterio esaba alli
En aquella casa color ladrillo
Un faro rojo en la puerta
Y un letrero amarillo
Era una abarroteria de amor
Unos billetes para conocer el sabor
De una cama compartida
Con damas sin nombre
Con el fantasma de la virginidad
El ahorro perdio la dignidad
Rompi la alcancia
Toque la puerta y entre
No hubo celos ni suegras
Ni tuve que invitarlas al cine
No hubo escenas in cuñados
Y menos un maldito abogado
Era todo democracia
No habia edad ni clases sociales
Si cumplias con la tarifa
Tenias tu pedacito de cielo
Cuatro besos, medio kilo de amor
Dos abrazos y un litro de sudor
Una abarroteria de amor
Alli encontre a mi maestro de escuela
A un ginecologo y a un intelectual
A tres cantautores borrachos
Y a un gobernador
No te pongas nervioso me dijo
Una chica vestida de rojo
Entre a su cuarto hecho un chiquillo
Y al salir fui un señor
En la escuela me hablaban de Colon
Y de las tablas de multiplicacion
Pero no mencionaron
Como es que se hace el amor
No hubo celos ni suegras
Ni tuve que invitarlas al cine
No hubo escenas in cuñados
Y menos un maldito abogado
Era todo democracia
No habia edad ni clases sociales
Si cumplias con la tarifa
Tenias tu pedacito de cielo
Cuatro besos, medio kilo de amor
Dos abrazos y un litro de sudor
Una abarroteria de amor
Love Grocery Store
The mystery was there
In that brick-colored house
A red beacon at the door
And a yellow sign
It was a love grocery store
Some bills to taste the flavor
Of a shared bed
With nameless ladies
With the ghost of virginity
Savings lost dignity
I broke the piggy bank
Knocked on the door and entered
There were no jealousies or mothers-in-law
I didn't have to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes with brothers-in-law
And less a damn lawyer
It was all democracy
There was no age or social classes
If you met the fee
You had your little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
A love grocery store
There I found my school teacher
A gynecologist and an intellectual
Three drunk singer-songwriters
And a governor
Don't get nervous, she said to me
A girl dressed in red
I entered her room like a kid
And when I left, I was a gentleman
In school they talked about Columbus
And multiplication tables
But they didn't mention
How love is made
There were no jealousies or mothers-in-law
I didn't have to invite them to the movies
There were no scenes with brothers-in-law
And less a damn lawyer
It was all democracy
There was no age or social classes
If you met the fee
You had your little piece of heaven
Four kisses, half a kilo of love
Two hugs and a liter of sweat
A love grocery store