Marimix
Hoy, de nuevo, has jugado conmigo
Hoy, de nuevo, sufrió mi corazón
Y mis ojos lloraban al verte
Que a otra le dabas tu amor
Que a otra le dabas tu amor
Mentiroso, traicionero
Me engañaste con tus besos y te fuiste
Mentiroso, traicionero
Fuiste malo con mi pobre corazón
Mentiroso, traicionero
Me engañaste con tus besos y te fuiste
Mentiroso, traicionero
Fuiste malo con mi pobre corazón
Fuiste malo con mi pobre corazón
Mi pecho, vencido por la pena
Mis ojos no llorarán jamás
Mis labios resecos
Mis manos no te tocarán jamás
No te culpo, es mi destino
En mi pecho, un corazón herido
Que, de pronto, queda un vacío
Y una herida en mi pecho quedará
No te culpo, es mi destino
En mi pecho, un corazón herido
Que, de pronto, queda un vacío
Y una herida en mi pecho quedará
Creí tener la mitad perfecta
En el hombre que amaba
En un arranque de locura
Mil veces, a sus brazos me entregué
Era mi agua, mi aire, mi calor
Y también mi alimento
Muchas veces felicidad
Y nunca sufrimiento
Yo la vi con ella
Con la mujer de su vida
A la que vestida de blanco
Juró amor eterno ante un altar
La mitad perfecta
Que tenía de mi vida
Tomados de la mano
Con su esposa, se marchó
Yo, hoy, sufro
Yo, hoy, sufro
Yo, hoy, sufro
Yo, hoy, sufro
Marimix
Today, again, you played with me
Today, again, my heart suffered
And my eyes cried when I saw you
That you gave your love to another
That you gave your love to another
Liar, treacherous
You fooled me with your kisses and you left
Liar, treacherous
You were bad to my poor heart
Liar, treacherous
You fooled me with your kisses and you left
Liar, treacherous
You were bad to my poor heart
You were bad to my poor heart
My chest, overcome by grief
My eyes will never cry
my dry lips
My hands will never touch you
I don't blame you, it's my destiny
In my chest, a wounded heart
That, suddenly, there is a void
And a wound will remain in my chest
I don't blame you, it's my destiny
In my chest, a wounded heart
That, suddenly, there is a void
And a wound will remain in my chest
I thought I had the perfect half
In the man I loved
In a fit of madness
A thousand times, I surrendered to his arms
It was my water, my air, my heat
And also my food
many times happiness
And never suffering
I saw her with her
With the woman of his life
To the one dressed in white
He swore eternal love before an altar
The perfect half
What did I have about my life?
Holding hands
With his wife, he left
I, today, suffer
I, today, suffer
I, today, suffer
I, today, suffer
Escrita por: Bryan Arambulo