I have curiosity of the wrong kind,
the kind that gnaws,
the kind that enraptures,
Does his mouth suppurates anise?
Or did you really thought
he could make you happy?
You cheated on him,
not on me.
You told him that some day soon,
that you didn't love me anymore.
You cheated on him,
not on me.
He was looking for moons on your skin
While you wondered to yourself
If you want him more
than you need me.
It only took one cloud
to know the truth,
It only took one drop of rain
to give sound to the river
Does not his lion skin
make a better coat?
Does he has not eager hands?
Did not the common breath
approached you to death?
Or what was that indecency?
leaving his body
once thoroughly
you left it without secrets?
You cheated on him,
not on me.
The lips that assailed him,
the next day swore to me
That you cheated on him,
not on me.
I'm the drug in your veins,
He is an itch, he's an urgency.
Do you want him more
than you need me?
No, It don't seem
like that to me.
Original Spanish version: http://lodeseasmas.pen.io/
