Pienso en tu mirá [Cáp. 3: Celos] [English translation]

It frightens me when you leave,

Smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples that come out

And from the air,

When it lifts your hair

And from the gold,

That I saw you tying to your neck

And from the sky and the moon,

*because you wanted to gaze at it

Even from the water that you drink,

when you wet your lips

**I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze,

I think about your gaze

It frightens me when you leave,

Smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see,

the little dimples that come out

It frightens me when you leave,

Smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples that come out

So beautiful, that it's threatening

when you're quiet, it frightens me,

As cold as the snow

when it falls from the sky

When you leave for the door,

I think that you'll never return

And if I don't hold onto you tight,

I feel like it'll be my fault

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, it nails me, like a bullet to the chest

I think about your gaze,

I think about your gaze

It frightens me when you leave,

Smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples that come out

It frightens me when you leave,

Smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples that come out

• Artist:Rosalía