Como Le Haces (Esas Mujeres)
Esas mujeres
Tan amadas, tan amantes, tan queridas
Importantes como nada en nuestras vidas
¿Cómo le haces cuando quieres olvidarlas?
Esas mujeres
Que se adueñan de tu amor siempre a su modo
Que no piden, pero quieres darles todo
¿Cómo le haces cuando quieres olvidarlas?
Son amores, son pasiones que sentimos
Son locuras y aventuras que vivimos
Son la risa, son el llanto y el dolor
Esas mujeres
Esas mujeres
Son las flores del jardín que da la vida
Con colores, con perfume, con espinas
Con lo dulce o con lo amargo en cada esquina
Esas mujeres
Con lo bueno y con lo malo en nuestra historia
Que no salen que están siempre en la memoria
¿Cómo le haces cuando quieres olvidarlas?
Son amores, son pasiones que sentimos
Son locuras y aventuras que vivimos
Son la risa, son el llanto y el dolor
Esas mujeres
Esas mujeres
Son las flores del jardín que da la vida
Con colores, con perfume, con espinas
Con lo dulce o con lo amargo en cada esquina
Esas mujeres
Con lo bueno y con lo malo en nuestra historia
Que no salen que están siempre en la memoria
¿Cómo le haces cuando quieres olvidarlas?
How Do You Do It (Those Women)
Those women
So loved, so loving, so dear
As important as nothing in our lives
How do you do it when you want to forget them?
Those women
Who take over your love always in their own way
Who don't ask, but you want to give them everything
How do you do it when you want to forget them?
They are loves, passions that we feel
They are craziness and adventures that we live
They are laughter, they are tears and pain
Those women
Those women
Are the flowers of the garden that life gives
With colors, with perfume, with thorns
With the sweet or the bitter on every corner
Those women
With the good and the bad in our history
Who don't leave, they are always in the memory
How do you do it when you want to forget them?
They are loves, passions that we feel
They are craziness and adventures that we live
They are laughter, they are tears and pain
Those women
Those women
Are the flowers of the garden that life gives
With colors, with perfume, with thorns
With the sweet or the bitter on every corner
Those women
With the good and the bad in our history
Who don't leave, they are always in the memory
How do you do it when you want to forget them?