Todo el mundo ama a Isabel [English translation]

Everyone wants a whiff of her stockings,

everyone treats her to whatever they have.

It can be pure desperation,

whether it is because of love or money,

you'll never be her first.

Everyone loves Isabel.

Sometimes she's held very close

that shaving razor's edge.

I don't think she'll go forward with it,

she loves life too much,

that's something she never fogets.

Tonight, she will go out again.

Never feel pity for her,

lest she gets wind of it.

For his brittle laughter

hurts worse than a beating,

it slips inside your pride and whacks you good,

and you feel like a total jerk.

Her saliva has kissed me

and then she's made me pay up.

I've felt like something fictitious,

to pay for her habits

she's taken up this job,

much to her own dismay.

I've waken up late

and she was already gone.

She'd stolen everything,

I stood there like a fool:

the cocaine slip, all the weed

and my American Express card.

I've sat down at the kitchen

and started drinking.

And amidst the confusion and the rush,

a roaring laughter came out:

her smile indeed was beautiful.

Everyone loves Isabel.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...

I can pay.

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me...

I can pay.

• Artist:Loquillo y los Trogloditas
• Album:Morir en primavera