Cosas Buenas Que Parecen Malas
No me dejaste ni hablar
Y piensas que soy culpable
Si ya dudaste de mí
¿Qué caso tiene explicarte?
Pobre de ti, corazón
Que la duda es tu enemiga
Pues le crees al qué dirán
Y no a lo que yo te diga
Lo te cuentan por ahí
Quizá también es mentira
Cosas buenas que parecen malas
Me dicen que no las haga
Y las cosas malas que parecen buenas
De esas no hay quien diga nada
Cosas buenas que parecen malas
Me dicen hay que guardarlas
Y las cosas malas que parecen buenas
Empiezan cada mañana
Good Things That Seem Bad
You didn't even let me speak
And you think I'm guilty
If you already doubted me
What's the point of explaining to you?
Poor you, heart
That doubt is your enemy
Well, you believe what they will say
And not what I tell you
They tell you about it there
Maybe it's also a lie
Good things that seem bad
They tell me not to do them
And the bad things that seem good
No one can say anything about those
Good things that seem bad
They tell me we have to save them
And the bad things that seem good
They start every morning