Ya No Hay Olas en la Arena - Diego El Cigala, Javier Limón, Ramon Manuel Jiménez "el Cigala"

No me importa que seas besucona

Ni que juegues conmigo a las sirenas

Ni que seas tan lista y tan persona

Ni que rías mis gracias y sonrías mis penas

No me importa que estés tan disponible

Ni que tengas la piel así de suave

Ni que seas bebible y comestible

Ni que tengas tu piso y me dejes la llave

Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres

No me importa que sepas de cocina

Ni que cuajes de flores tu terraza

Ni tus dotes medidas de adivina

Para hacer sugerencias o para no meter baza

Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:

Una de esas mujeres

Que ocurren en la vida

Enigmas como tú para mi voz de amante

Contante, sonante

No darla por perdida

No me importa saber lo que no dices

Mientras pintas tus labios de camelia

Ni me importa que te intelectualices

Y me leas de todo, que pareces Babelia

No me importa el silencio que desnudas

Cuando estoy ya despierto y tú aún dormida

Ni me importa el runrún con que saludas

Y recreas el mundo, recién amanecida

Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres

No me importa que digas que me quieres

Ni que vuelvas la espalda a tus ideas

Cuando me hablas de mil amaneceres

Sin salir de mis brazos, aunque no te lo creas

Te tendré que aceptar tal como eres:

Una de esas mujeres

Que ocurren en la vida

Regalos como tú

Para mi voz de amante

Contante, sonante

No darla por perdida

Te tendré que querer tal como eres

Me tendrás que aceptar tal como soy

I don't care if you're kissy

Or that you play sirens with me

Nor that you are so smart and so person

Nor that you laugh at my thanks and smile at my sorrows

I don't care that you're so available

Not even that you have skin that soft

Nor that you are drinkable and edible

Not even if you have your apartment and leave me the key

I will have to accept you as you are

I don't care if you know how to cook

Nor that your terrace curdles of flowers

Not even your skills as a fortune teller

To make suggestions or not to put a trick

I will have to accept you as you are:

one of those women

What happens in life

Riddles like you for my lover's voice

constant, sonorous

Don't give it up for lost

I don't care what you don't say

While you paint your camellia lips

I don't care if you get intellectual

And read me everything, you look like Babelia

I don't care about the silence you bare

When I'm already awake and you're still asleep

I don't even care about the runrún with which you greet

And you recreate the world, just dawned

I will have to accept you as you are

I don't care if you say you love me

Nor that you turn your back on your ideas

When you talk to me about a thousand sunrises

Without leaving my arms, believe it or not

I will have to accept you as you are:

one of those women

What happens in life

gifts like you

For my lover's voice

constant, sonorous

Don't give it up for lost

I will have to love you as you are

You will have to accept me as I am