Qué hace, que me compre un vestido y que baile toda la noche conmigo
Que quiera abrazarme y el pelo acariciarme.
Dime qué hace si él es tu buen marido, Yo tu amiga confiable.
Yo no soy una loba, no! Yo no voy a comérmelo.
Yo no voy a defilar sus carnes y a mandarte los huesos.
Yo no soy una loba, no! Yo no voy a robártelo.
Mira yo no voy a devorarle, no debes preocuparte.
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What does it matter that he buys me a dress and dances the entire night with me,
That he might want to hug me and caress my hair.
Tell me, what does it matter if he's your good husband, and I your good friend.
I'm not a shewolf, no! I will not eat him.
I'm not going to defile his flesh and send you the bones.
I am not a shewolf, no! I will not steal him.
Look, I'm not going to devour him. You shouldn't worry.
* La Loba by Miriam Cruz
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