¿Estás Segura?
Mírame
Así que te hace muy, muy feliz
Y por qué esa agonía
O vas a engañarme tú a mí
Mírame
Así que todo marcha muy bien
Y esa sombra de pena
Que hay en tus ojos, por qué
Estás segura
De que no me echas de menos muchas noches
En que tú preferirías que sus manos fueran mías
Y su piel mi piel
Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido deseándome
Mírame
Así que no te puede ir mejor
Y qué fue de tu pelo
De tu precioso pelo, amor
Mírame
Así que te hace muy, muy feliz
Y esa lágrima fría es algo normal
No es así
Estás segura
De que no me echas de menos muchas noches
En que tú preferirías que sus manos fueran mías
Y su piel mi piel
Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido deseándome
Estás segura
De que no me echas de menos muchas noches
En que tú preferirías que sus manos fueran mías
Y su piel mi piel
Estás segura
De que nunca le has llamado por mi nombre
De que nunca le has mentido
De que nunca te has sentido deseándome
Estás segura
De que no me echas de menos muchas noches
En que tú preferirías que sus manos fueran mías
Y su piel mi piel
Are You Sure?
Look at me
So it makes you very, very happy
And why that agony
Or are you going to deceive me
Look at me
So everything is going very well
And that shadow of sorrow
That is in your eyes, why
Are you sure
That you don't miss me many nights
When you would prefer his hands to be mine
And his skin my skin
Are you sure
That you have never called him by my name
That you have never lied to him
That you have never felt like wanting me
Look at me
So you couldn't be better
And what happened to your hair
Your precious hair, love
Look at me
So it makes you very, very happy
And that cold tear is something normal
Isn't it
Are you sure
That you don't miss me many nights
When you would prefer his hands to be mine
And his skin my skin
Are you sure
That you have never called him by my name
That you have never lied to him
That you have never felt like wanting me
Are you sure
That you don't miss me many nights
When you would prefer his hands to be mine
And his skin my skin
Are you sure
That you have never called him by my name
That you have never lied to him
That you have never felt like wanting me
Are you sure
That you don't miss me many nights
When you would prefer his hands to be mine
And his skin my skin
Escrita por: Rafael Pérez Botija