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 you get

And (I'm afraid) of the air,

because it lifts your hair

And of the gold you wear,

because it's tied to your neck

And of the sky and the moon,

because you wanna look at them

And even of the water you drink,

when you wet your lips

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in 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 you get

It frightens me when you leave

smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples that you get

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 go out that door

I think that you'll never come back

And if I don't hold onto you tight,

I feel like it'll be my fault

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in the chest

I think about your gaze, your gaze, embedded, it's a bullet in 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 you get

It frightens me when you leave

smiling towards the street

Because everyone can see

the little dimples you get

• Artist:Rosalía