Cartas Marcadas
Por todas las ofensas que me has hecho,
A cambio del dolor que me quedó,
Por las horas inmensas del recuerdo,
Te quiero dedicar esta canción.
Cantando no hay reproche que nos duela,
Se puede bendecir o maldecir,
Con música la luna se desvela, y el sol se le
Hace tarde pa' salir.
Ya no quiero tu amor, ya no te espero,
Ya quiero sonreir, quiero vivir,
Si vamos a gozar, yo soy primero,
Al son que yo les toque han de bailar.
Pa' de hoy en adelante yo soy malo,
Solo cartas marcadas has de ver,
Y tu vas a saber que siempre gano,
No vuelvas, que hasta ti te haré perder
Marked Cards
For all the offenses you've done to me,
In exchange for the pain that remained,
For the immense hours of memory,
I want to dedicate this song to you.
Singing, there is no reproach that hurts us,
You can bless or curse,
With music the moon stays awake, and the sun
Is late to come out.
I don't want your love anymore, I don't wait for you,
I want to smile, I want to live,
If we're going to enjoy, I come first,
To the tune I play, they will dance.
From today on, I am bad,
You will only see marked cards,
And you will know that I always win,
Don't come back, because I will make you lose even to yourself.
Escrita por: Chavela Vargas / Chucho Monge