Los Amantes – Lyrics Meaning in English – Mecano

“Los Amantes” (The Lover) by Mecano is a charming and whimsical ode to the romantic ideal of the refined lover. The song captures the essence of a bygone era, where elegance and courtly manners are the hallmarks of a true suitor. With a blend of playful lyrics and nostalgic references, it portrays a character who embodies old-fashioned grace and devotion. Through vivid imagery and affectionate gestures, the song paints a picture of a love that is both timeless and endearing. Mecano’s “Los Amantes” is a delightful celebration of romance, showcasing their unique ability to blend classic charm with their distinctive musical style.

Singer: Mecano

Yo soy uno de esos amantes
Tan elegante como los de antes
Que siempre llevan guantes

I am one of those lovers
As elegant as before
Who always wears gloves

Entre semana voy deportivo
Pero el domingo me pongo muy fino
Con mi chaqué de lino

During the week, I dress casually
But on Sundays, I dress very sharp
In my linen tailcoat

Y voy buscando por los balcones
Bellas julietas para mis canciones
Y hacerles los honores

And I look through the balconies
For beautiful Juliets for my songs
To give them my respects

Y siempre estoy rompiendo mi voz
Cantando coplas bajo tu ventana, amor
Sal ya, que este trovador
Se está asando de calor

And I’m always straining my voice
Singing ballads under your window, my love
Come out, for this troubadour
Is roasting in the heat

Soy educado caballero
Bello, cortés y amable compañero
Un codiciado soltero

I am a well-mannered gentleman
Handsome, courteous, and a kind companion
A sought-after bachelor

Y como no tengo complejos
Me miro siempre en todos los espejos
Antes de echar los tejos

And since I have no insecurities
I always look at myself in all the mirrors
Before making advances

Si alguna vez cometo errores
Pa’ que no llores pido mil perdones
Con un millón de flores

If I ever make mistakes
So you don’t cry, I ask for a thousand pardons
With a million flowers

Y siempre estoy rompiendo mi voz
Cantando coplas bajo tu ventana, amor
Sal ya, que este trovador
Se está asando de calor

And I’m always straining my voice
Singing ballads under your window, my love
Come out, for this troubadour
Is roasting in the heat

Yo soy uno de esos amantes
Yo soy uno de esos amantes

I am one of those lovers
I am one of those lovers

Y siempre estoy rompiendo mi voz
Cantando coplas bajo tu ventana, amor
Sal ya, que este trovador
Se está asando de calor

And I’m always straining my voice
Singing ballads under your window, my love
Come out, for this troubadour
Is roasting in the heat

Yo soy uno de esos amantes

I am one of those lovers