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Sick Little Love

Hector Acosta (El Torito)

Amorcito Enfermito

Vale más perder un minuto que perder la vida en un segundo
Nuestro amor se nos contagio de ese virus maligno que da profundo

Aquel cariño que existió una vez se encuentra en coma
Le han diagnosticado un cáncer sin pena sin gloria
(Nos dejamos caer) inconsciente hasta fiebre sin alivio
(Dediqué) Le dio pneumonia a los besos agonista con deseos de amarte otra vez
Y el sentimiento que sentías cuando eras solo mía
Se ha infectado de hielo
Amorcito enfermito ya no cree en el optimismo se murió

Es mejor seguir discutiendo
Que guardar silencio sin remedio
Preferible la soledad
Que estar acompañado en sufrimiento

Aquel cariño que existió una vez se encuentra en coma
Le han diagnosticado un cancer sin pena sin gloria

(Nos dejamos caer) inconsciente hasta fiebre sin alivio
(Dediqué) Le dio pneumonia a los besos agonista con deseos de amarte otra vez
Y el sentimiento que sentías cuando eras solo mía
Se ha infectado de hielo
Amorcito enfermito ya no cree en el optimismo se murió

Sentimiento torito
Sentimiento
Bachateame mama
Como anoche

Tú por ser celosa y dictadora en convulsión el alma llora
Yo por insensible y egoísta converti el amor bonito en en desliz

(Nos dejamos caer) inconsciente hasta fiebre sin alivio
(Dediqué) Le dio pneumonia a los besos agonista con deseos de amarte otra vez
Y el sentimiento que sentías cuando eras solo mía
Se ha infectado de hielo
Amorcito enfermito ya no cree en el optimismo se murió
Se murió

Sick Little Love

It's better to lose a minute than to lose life in a second
Our love was infected by that malignant virus that goes deep

That affection that once existed is in a coma
It has been diagnosed with cancer without glory or shame
(We let ourselves fall) unconscious to fever without relief
(I dedicated) It gave pneumonia to kisses, agonizing with desires to love you again
And the feeling you had when you were only mine
Has been infected with ice
Sick little love no longer believes in optimism, it died

It's better to keep arguing
Than to keep silent without remedy
Prefer loneliness
Than to be accompanied in suffering

That affection that once existed is in a coma
It has been diagnosed with cancer without glory or shame

(We let ourselves fall) unconscious to fever without relief
(I dedicated) It gave pneumonia to kisses, agonizing with desires to love you again
And the feeling you had when you were only mine
Has been infected with ice
Sick little love no longer believes in optimism, it died

Feeling little bull
Feeling
Bachateame mama
Like last night

You, for being jealous and dictatorial, the soul cries in convulsion
Me, for being insensitive and selfish, turned the beautiful love into a slip

(We let ourselves fall) unconscious to fever without relief
(I dedicated) It gave pneumonia to kisses, agonizing with desires to love you again
And the feeling you had when you were only mine
Has been infected with ice
Sick little love no longer believes in optimism, it died
It died

Escrita por: Anthony Santos / Joaquin Diaz