La chica de humo [English translation]

I still don't know who she is.

My feet must know it,

because they follow her like the rats

used to follow the Pied Piper,

but then I lose her again.

I don't want to talk about it,

but she's my greatest problem.

She's always there, in the cover,

in the front page, every morning,

in the newspaper of my sorrows.

Ah, she understands me, she teases me.

Ah, she gets turned on, she flirts with me,

and she vanishes.

I don't know

where she goes, where she lives,

and everything is just wrong.

And it's always the same.

I don't know,

I'm not a detective,

I feel so bad.

My girl of smoke.

My girl of smoke.

She doesn't listen when I talk,

her eyes say "no",

and then she disagrees,

just for fun,

wishing she can

make me blush one day.

But my age is already past the twenties,

and maybe hers too.

We're not here to play,

I won't let myself get disturbed

by a living crossword game.

Ah, she understands me, she teases me.

Ah, she gets turned on, she flirts with me,

and she vanishes.

But I don't know

where she goes, where she lives,

and everything is just wrong.

And it's always the same.

But I don't know,

I'm not a detective,

I feel so bad.

My girl of smoke.

My girl of smoke.

I don't know

where she goes, where she lives,

and everything is just wrong.

And it's always the same.

I don't know,

I'm not a detective,

I feel so bad.

My girl of smoke.

My girl of smoke.

(So who do you think you are?

Always you, always the same,

and everything is always wrong.

So who do you think you are?

Always you, always the same,

and everything is always wrong.

So who do you think you are?

Always you, always the same,

and everything is always wrong.

Ah, she understands me, she teases me.

Ah, she gets turned on, she flirts with me,

and she vanishes.

I don't know

where she goes, where she lives,

and everything is just wrong.

And it's always the same.

I don't know,

I'm not a detective,

I feel so bad.

My girl of smoke.

My girl of smoke.

I don't know

where she goes, where she lives,

and everything is just wrong.

And it's always the same.

I don't know,

I'm not a detective,

I feel so bad.

My girl of smoke.

My girl of smoke.

• Artist:Emmanuel
• Album:Quisiera (1989)