Celos
¿Quién pone puertas al campo?
¿Quién escribe sobre el cielo?
¿Quién es el que se enamora
y no padece los celos?
Celos, tengo celos
de todo aquello
que miran tus ojos
y a mí no me miran.
Celos, tengo celos
de no encontrarme
besando tus labios
cuando ellos suspiran.
Celos de no sentir
que tu mano de seda
se enreda en mi pelo.
De no tenerte
de noche a mi vera
cuando me desvelo.
De no sentir
que tu piel y mi piel
se traspasan su fuego.
Celos de no poder
apagar con tus besos
la sed de tu boca.
De no poderte
tener en mis brazos
de amor medio loca
cuando de noche
tu amor es caballo
que se me desboca.
Celos de no sentir
que tu mano de seda
se enreda en mi pelo.
De no tenerte
de noche a mi vera
cuando me desvelo.
De no sentir
que tu piel y mi piel
se traspasan su fuego.
Jealousy
Who puts gates in the field?
Who writes on the sky?
Who falls in love
and doesn't suffer from jealousy?
Jealousy, I have jealousy
of everything
that your eyes look at
and don't look at me.
Jealousy, I have jealousy
to not find myself
kissing your lips
when they sigh.
Jealous of not feeling
that your silky hand
gets tangled in my hair.
Not having you
by my side at night
when I can't sleep.
Not feeling
that your skin and my skin
cross their fire.
Jealous of not being able
to quench with your kisses
the thirst of your mouth.
Not being able
to have you in my arms
half-crazy with love
when at night
your love is a horse
that runs wild.
Jealous of not feeling
that your silky hand
gets tangled in my hair.
Not having you
by my side at night
when I can't sleep.
Not feeling
that your skin and my skin
cross their fire.