El Amigo
De cora, me alegra
Que ya tu vida no esté negra
Que le puso color y están mucho mejor
Se te nota y me cuentan
No es secreto que tú merecías más de lo que te di
Él fue el que ganó, yo fui el que perdí
Y me frustra
Hablar de eso no me gusta
Yo, de ese tema, no opino
Pero, ya con los tragos, les digo
Que la trata como a una reina
Pero ella lo trata como amigo
Y él se ve fino
De esos que se emborrachan con vino
Pero yo, que la conozco a ella
No le gusta, no es su estilo
Y la verdad
Juntos, no se ven tan mal
Pero se veía mejor conmigo
Al amigo ese el titulo de novio puede que le pese
Puede que la bese, pero no la besa como yo la besé
A veces pienso que ella piensa en eso, a veces dice que es feliz, pero no parece
Con él, ella no se humedece, conmigo es que ella pertenece, eh-eh-eh
Yo le doy un par de mese-e-es
Pa' que conmigo regrese
Ni aunque ore, ni aunque rece
Ni aunque es mucho lo que ofrece
Ella, con él, no envejece
No sabe dónde quedan esos puntos que la vuelven loca
Él le toca el cuerpo, pero soy yo el que el alma le toca
Les pido, de compas
Que no me hagan abrir la boca, que
Yo, de ese tema, no opino
Pero, ya con los tragos, les digo
Que la trata como a una reina
Pero ella lo trata como amigo
Y él se ve fino
De esos que se emborrachan con vino
Pero yo, que la conozco a ella
No le gusta, no es su estilo
Y la verdad
Juntos, no se ven tan mal
Pero se veía mejor conmigo
The Friend
From the bottom of my heart, I'm glad
May your life no longer be black
That gave them color and they are much better
It shows and they tell me
It's no secret that you deserved more than what I gave you
He was the one who won, I was the one who lost
And it frustrates me
I don't like to talk about it
I, on that subject, have no opinion
But, with the drinks, I tell you
Who treats her like a queen
But she treats him as a friend
And he looks fine
Of those who get drunk on wine
But I, who know her
He doesn't like it, it's not his style
And the truth
Together, they don't look so bad
But it looked better with me
That friend might find the title of boyfriend a burden
He may kiss her, but he doesn't kiss her like I kissed her
Sometimes I think she thinks about it, sometimes she says she's happy, but it doesn't seem like it
With him, she doesn't get wet, with me she belongs, eh-eh-eh
I give it a couple of mo-n-ths
So that he comes back with me
Not even if I pray, not even if I pray
Not even though it offers a lot
She, with him, does not age
She doesn't know where those points are that drive her crazy
He touches her body, but I am the one who touches her soul
I ask you, friends
Don't make me open my mouth
I, on that subject, have no opinion
But, with the drinks, I tell you
Who treats her like a queen
But she treats him as a friend
And he looks fine
Of those who get drunk on wine
But I, who know her
He doesn't like it, it's not his style
And the truth
Together, they don't look so bad
But it looked better with me
Escrita por: Edgar Barrera / Keityn / Casta