Shakira’s “La Loba,” or “She Wolf” in English, is probably the worst remake made by any Hispanic musician since Enrique Iglesias’ “Dímelo” was transubstantiated into “Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song).”
When I found out she had a new single, and that it was titled “La Loba,” I could tell what it was about right away: a slut. And I was right.
Then, I heard about this other song, “She Wolf,” and the first thing that popped into my head was a mutant extracted directly from DC Comics or Marvel literature — some sort of female super-hero or super-villain. Like Hawkgirl, or Cheetah.
Unfortunately for Shakira Isabel, I wasn’t that far from the truth.
The English version of the song does sound exactly the same, music-wise, as the one in Spanish, but the lyrics are not even close to a quasi-literal translation.
I only came to realize this two days ago. Tired of “Party in the USA,” I took over a friend’s iPod, scrolled down, and found Shakira’s name.
To be totally honest, I was looking for “La Tortura.” But my options were reduced to “Hips Don’t Lie” and “She Wolf.” I hate “Hips Don’t Lie,” and thought there wouldn’t be that much of a difference between the original and the translation, both of which I had heard in the past.
No, I was not drunk enough to just dance to the music of Shakira’s whored-up pop and omit the sacrilege of her lyrics in English. Where is the Colombian Alanis Morissette that I met in 1995 with “¿Dónde Estás Corazón?”
The whole song is a mess, but let’s mention the most remarkable fuck-ups:
Quién no ha querido a una diosa licántropa
En el ardor de una noche romántica
Mis aullidos son el llamado
Yo quiero un lobo domesticado
My take: Shakira is a wild sexual beast, a moaner into sadomasochism, looking for a submissive male partner.
A domesticated girl that’s all you ask of me
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon’s awake now with eyes wide open
My body is craving, so feed the hungry
My take: Shakira is, in fact, a member of the X-Men. Most probably a misunderstood secondary character who wants to join Magneto’s team. The verse “The moon is awake now” implies that she has realized what she really wants — and it’s evil.
Por fin he encontrado un remedio infalible que borre del todo la culpa
No pienso quedarme a tu lado mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas
La vida me ha dado un hambre voraz y tu apenas me das caramelos
Me voy con mis piernas y mi juventud por ahí aunque te maten los celos
My take: She has a boyfriend, but the sex sucks. She’s young, sexy, and willing to cheat on him.
I’ve been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
I’m starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office
So I’m gonna go somewhere closer to get me a lover and tell you all about it
My take: She’s been on Professor Xavier’s side for too long, and it feels like she’s been wasting her time. Being an X-Woman is boring, so She Wolf will overcome Mystique and become Magneto’s lover.
Una loba en el armario
Tiene ganas de salir
Deja que se coma el barrio
Antes de irte a dormir
My take: She’s a slut, but she’s trapped in her relationship with the boring man that’s bad at sex. She plans to fuck the entire town before going to bed.
There’s a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set her free
There’s a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
My take: This is her good-bye note to Professor Xavier. She Wolf needs to be set free, she can only breathe by being a villain — she belongs with Magneto.
Tengo tacones de aguja magnética
Para dejar a la manada frenética
La luna llena como una fruta
No da consejos ni los escucha
My take: She has sky-high stilettos that attract men and make them go crazy. Then something about the moon, and fruit salad, and the moon being rude.
Sitting across a bar staring right at her prey
It’s going well so far, she’s gonna get her way
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent
The moon’s my teacher, and I’m her student
My take: She’s not in the X-Men anymore. She Wolf is back to being the “nocturnal creature” Professor Xavier failed to domesticate. Then something about the moon, and the school system, and the moon being a teacher.
In short: gag.
My message to Shakira, and all Spanish-speaking singers of the world: please stop doing awful things to your own music. Please. Now.