Los que se aman (en inglés)

When you fall in love you cover borrowed clothes with glory
You steal poems, you say that they’re yours
And you keep love letters in a box

When you fall in love you want a honeymoon every minute
You play my songs which are also yours
And you wrap the jealousy in cellophane

Those who love give kisses one by one, if there are spies
A hundred by a hundred if only the sky looks at them
Those who love send messages on radio programmes
Or in the bark of a tree in their street
Those who love, those who love, those who love

When you fall in love it’s not enough to hold hands
And hands aren’t enough for embraces
And even on the telephone your love goes When you fall in love you want a honeymoon every minute
You play my songs which are also yours
And you wrap the jealousy in cellophane

Those who love give kisses one by one, if there are spies
A hundred by a hundred if only the sky looks at them
Those who love send messages on radio programmes
Or in the bark of a tree in their street

Until love is eaten with lipstick
Or an some solitary bench in a square of life

When you fall in love you want a honeymoon every minute
You play my songs which are also yours
And you wrap the jealousy in cellophane

Those who love give kisses one by one, if there are spies
A hundred by a hundred if only the sky looks at them
Those who love send messages on radio programmes
Or in the bark of a tree in their street

When you fall in love you want a honeymoon every minute
You play my songs which are also yours
And you wrap the jealousy in cellophane Those who love give kisses one by one, if there are spies
A hundred by a hundred if only the sky looks at them
Those who love send messages on radio programmes
Or in the bark of a tree in their street

Those who love give kisses one by one, if there are spies
A hundred by a hundred if only the sky looks at them
Those who love, those who love, those who love