No Tienes Corazón
Si quieres, quiero
Te cuento los cuentos que tú me contabas
Si quieres mujeres¡
Te escribo una lista con nombres y camas
Si quieres me sigo creyendo
Que fuiste una santa, anda ya
No tienes perdón
Ay-ay-ay-ay
¿Cómo tienes la poca vergüenza
De entrar en mi casa?
¿Cómo tienes valor de llamar por las noches
A ver que me pasa? Que guasa
¿Cómo tienes la lengua tan larga y la risa tan falsa?, jijiji
No tienes corazón, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, no tienes corazón
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Tuviste muy poco respeto y poco cuidado
Hiciste que fuera el payaso en tu circo privado
Dejaste un imbécil muy grande en mi frente pintado
No tienes perdón
Ay-ay-ay-ay
Ahora entiendo el afán por viajar
Con tu hermana a La Habana, eh
O las cenas aquella con tus compañeras
Una vez por semana
Y los viejos amigos y algún que otro primo
Que ya peinan canas
No tienes corazón, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, no tienes corazón
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Un café mire usted, a un primo hermano
Corto de café, largo de quijano
Y me debes año y medio
Mucha sangre tú me debes
Y tu culpa es mi remedio
Sean benditos tus deberes
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara, y atrévete a negarme
Que conoces tantas camas como historias que contarme
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles
Que me evites, que te halague con piropos y verdades
Y mírame a la cara, caradura
Y atrévete a negarme, y dímelo en la calle (ay-ay-ay-ay)
Mejor no des detalles, prefiero que te calles (ay-ay-ay-ay)
Si no me quiere, no me quiere
Nadie se muere
Así está el tema
Que dilema
Y Joaquín, ¿tú qué opinas?
You Have No Heart
If you want, I want
I tell you the stories that you told me
If you want women!
I'll write you a list with names and beds
If you want, I still believe myself
That you were a saint, go on now
You have no forgiveness
Ow-ow-ow-ow
How shameless are you?
To enter my house?
How dare you call at night?
Let's see what's happening to me? What a joke!
How do you have such a long tongue and such a fake laugh?, hehehe
You have no heart, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you have no heart
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
You had very little respect and little care
You made me the clown in your private circus
You left a very big imbecile on my forehead painted
You have no forgiveness
Ow-ow-ow-ow
Now I understand the desire to travel
With your sister to Havana, eh?
Or those dinners with your colleagues
Once a week
And old friends and some cousins
That already have gray hair
You have no heart, no
Ay-ay-ay-ay, you have no heart
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
A coffee, look, to a cousin
Short coffee, long quijano
And you owe me a year and a half
You owe me a lot of blood
And your guilt is my remedy
May your duties be blessed
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, and dare to deny me
That you know as many beds as stories to tell me
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet
That you avoid me, that I flatter you with compliments and truths
And look at my face, you shameless thing
And dare to deny me, and tell me in the street (ay-ay-ay-ay)
Better not give details, I prefer you to keep quiet (ay-ay-ay-ay)
If he doesn't love me, he doesn't love me
Nobody dies
This is the topic
What a dilemma
And Joaquín, what do you think?