Tu Juego
Haces que me vuelva loco con tu querer
Para luego decirme ya no puede ser
Tu rara forma de amar a me tiene loco
Poquito a poco estoy muriendo
Tu rara forma de amar a me tiene loco
Poquito a poco estoy muriendo
Tienes que decidir que vamos hacer
Deja de estar jugando con mi querer
Porque se está pintando de una mentira
Coge tu vida y no regreses
Porque se está pintando de una mentira
Coge tu vida y nunca regreses
Aquí se acaba tu juego
De que crees que estoy hecho
Aquí se acaba tu juego
De que crees que estoy hecho
Me imaginaba que eras sincera
Pero contigo nada es deberás
Me imaginaba que eras sincera
Pero contigo nada es deberás
Sigue jugando tu juego
Hasta cuando vas a jugar
Tienes que decidir que vamos hacer
Deja de estar jugando con mi querer
Porque se está pintando de una mentira
Coge tu vida y no regreses
Porque se está pintando de una mentira
Coge tu vida y nunca regreses
Aquí se acaba tu juego
De que crees que estoy hecho
Aquí se acaba tu juego
De que crees que estoy hecho
Me imaginaba que eras sincera
Pero contigo nada es deberás
Me imaginaba que eras sincera
Pero contigo nada es deberás
Sigue jugando tu juego
Your Game
You make me go crazy with your love
To then tell me it can't be anymore
Your strange way of loving drives me crazy
Little by little I am dying
Your strange way of loving drives me crazy
Little by little I am dying
You have to decide what we are going to do
Stop playing with my love
Because it is being painted in a lie
Take your life and don't come back
Because it is being painted in a lie
Take your life and never come back
Your game ends here
What do you think I'm made of?
Your game ends here
What do you think I'm made of?
I figured you were sincere
But with you nothing is owed
I figured you were sincere
But with you nothing is owed
Keep playing your game
Until when are you going to play?
You have to decide what we are going to do
Stop playing with my love
Because it is being painted in a lie
Take your life and don't come back
Because it is being painted in a lie
Take your life and never come back
Your game ends here
What do you think I'm made of?
Your game ends here
What do you think I'm made of?
I figured you were sincere
But with you nothing is owed
I figured you were sincere
But with you nothing is owed
Keep playing your game
Escrita por: Carlos Rincón Ruiz