El Teléfono
No, no acepto al comprender cómo te fui a perder
Cómo es que fui tan torpe, no no
No, no quiero ni pensar que a otro tu amor le das
Mientras que por ti muero, que miseria
Que coraje y que dolor, de estar solo quisiera escuchar tu voz, tu voz
Dos, veinticinco, veinticuatro, treinta y tres
No contestas tu teléfono que cruel
Dos, veinticinco, veinticuatro, treinta y tres
Me lástima imaginar que estás con el
No, no acepto al comprender cómo te fui a perder
Cómo es que fui tan torpe, no no
No, no quiero ni pensar que a otro tu amor le das
Mientras que por ti muero, que miseria
Que coraje y que dolor, de estar solo quisiera escuchar tu voz, tu voz
Dos, veinticinco, veinticuatro, treinta y tres
No contestas tu teléfono que cruel
Dos, veinticinco, veinticuatro, treinta y tres
Me lástima imaginar que estás con el
The Phone
No, I can't accept how I lost you
How could I be so dumb, no no
No, I don't even want to think that your love's with someone new
While I'm dying for you, what a misery
What anger and what pain, being alone I just want to hear your voice, your voice
Two, twenty-five, twenty-four, thirty-three
You don't answer your phone, how cruel
Two, twenty-five, twenty-four, thirty-three
It hurts to imagine you're with him
No, I can't accept how I lost you
How could I be so dumb, no no
No, I don't even want to think that your love's with someone new
While I'm dying for you, what a misery
What anger and what pain, being alone I just want to hear your voice, your voice
Two, twenty-five, twenty-four, thirty-three
You don't answer your phone, how cruel
Two, twenty-five, twenty-four, thirty-three
It hurts to imagine you're with him
Escrita por: Cesar Deakino