Al filo de la irrealidad (en inglés)

You, on the edge of unreality
A bed of sensuality
Truly beautiful, only you
Created wholly to love
Irresistible and different, you go beyond that

My love, you, always an endless adventure
A new story to tell
A space of light and of tenderness, lovers without censure
You, complacent to satiety
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I’d say that you’re not real

And you, a mystery of femininity
And something of fragility
Dense and whole, only you
My accomplice in intimacy
My companion, my torment, there’s no other the same

To love you I give my life
Without your skin it’s so empty
I open my heart to you anxiously

My love, you, always an endless adventure
A new story to tell
A space of light and of tenderness, lovers without censure
You, complacent to satiety
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I’d say that you’re not real

My love, you
With a loyal trace of ingenuity
I’d say that you’re not real

You, on the edge of unreality
On the edge of unreality