Dígale
Señora esta su hija?
Dígale que quiero verla
Dígale que me perdone
Y es que así somos los hombres
Señora esta su hija?
Por favor no me la niegue
Y si ella no quiere verme
Que me lo diga de frente
Dígale que tengo este ramo de flores
Pa que vea que yo se aceptar mis errores
Dígale que soy el que mas la ha querido
Y que los reproches los eche al olvido
Dígale señora que he estado llorando
Y que este dolor no me lo ando acabando
Por pensar en ella vivo desvelado
Con esta son veinte canciones que le hago
Señora esta su hija?
Por favor no me la niegue
Y si ella no quiere verme
Que me lo diga de frente
Dígale que tengo este ramo de flores
Pa que vea que yo se aceptar mis errores
Dígale que soy el que mas la ha querido
Y que los reproches los eche al olvido
Dígale señora que he estado llorando
Y que este dolor no me lo ando acabando
Por pensar en ella vivo desvelado
Con esta son veinte canciones que le hago
Dígale que tengo este ramo de flores
Pa que vea que yo se aceptar mis errores
Dígale que soy el que mas la ha querido
Y que los reproches los eche al olvido
Dígale que escuche la voz de su alma
Y que le pregunte si ya no me ama
Y si francamente ya no siente nada
Le juro que no volveré a molestarla
Tell Her
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Tell her I want to see her
Tell her to forgive me
And that's just how we men are
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Please don’t deny her to me
And if she doesn’t want to see me
Let her tell me to my face
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her, ma'am, that I’ve been crying
And that this pain is tearing me apart
Thinking of her keeps me up at night
This makes twenty songs I’ve written for her
Ma'am, is your daughter there?
Please don’t deny her to me
And if she doesn’t want to see me
Let her tell me to my face
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her, ma'am, that I’ve been crying
And that this pain is tearing me apart
Thinking of her keeps me up at night
This makes twenty songs I’ve written for her
Tell her I have this bouquet of flowers
So she can see I know how to own my mistakes
Tell her I’m the one who loved her the most
And to throw the grudges away
Tell her to listen to the voice of her soul
And to ask herself if she still loves me
And if she honestly feels nothing anymore
I swear I won’t bother her again.