Quien Como Tu (en inglés)

You know the perfume of his pillow so well
And the dampness of his white sheets too
How lucky you are, that you can have him at your feet
Feeling his kisses in your mouth, that taste of honey
Watching how you talk to him of love, time doesn't stop
And I have nothing to wait for although I'm left in the air

Who like you, who can have him day by day
Who like you, who sleeps in his arms
Who like you

Who like you, who every afternoon waits for him to come
Who like you, who with tenderness cure his fevers
Who like you

Those nights of madness you enjoy them well
And in his arms the hours don't pass, I know
Watching how you talk to him of love, time doesn't stop
And I have nothing to wait for although I'm left in the air

Who like you, who can have him day by day
Who like you, who sleeps in his arms
Who like you

Who like you, who can have him day by day
Who like you, who sleeps in his arms
Who like you

Who like you, who every afternoon waits for him to come
Who like you, who with tenderness cure his fevers
Who like you, like you, you, oh
Who like you