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Your Truths

Los Tucanes de Tijuana

Tus Verdades

Me traicionó mi amorcito, que mal me siento señores,
Pero asi es en esta vida, hay buenas malas y peores
Mi corazón ya me dijo: tu búscame otra y no llores.

Te dedico esta canción, grabatela en la cabeza,
Ahi miles en este mundo, para que quiero tristezas,
Talvez yo salí ganando, lo siento por tu pareja.

Que te compre quien no te conoce, es muy triste tu forma de ser,
Ni tu sabes lo que andas buscando, y yo tonto tratandote bien,
El que mucho abarca poco aprieta y eso tu ni volviendo a nacer.

Voy a buscarme un amor que en verdad tenga sentido,
Tu ya pasate a la historia, lástima tiempo invertido,
Hoy de todo me arrepiento menos de haberte perdido.

Si te duelen tus verdades, perdoname cariñito,
Pero lo negro no es blanco, ni lo grandote es chiquito,
Eres pura fantasía... lastima cuerpo bonito.

Que te compre quien no te conoce,es muy triste tu forma de ser,
Ni tu sabes lo que andas buscando, y yo tonto tratandote bien
El que mucho abarca poco aprieta y eso tu ni volviendo a nacer.

Your Truths

My little love betrayed me, how bad I feel, gentlemen,
But that's how it is in this life, there are good, bad, and worse things,
My heart already told me: find me another and don't cry.

I dedicate this song to you, engrave it in your head,
There are thousands in this world, why do I want sadness,
Maybe I came out winning, sorry for your partner.

Let someone who doesn't know you buy you, your way of being is very sad,
You don't even know what you're looking for, and I foolishly treated you well,
The one who tries to do too much achieves too little, and you wouldn't even if you were born again.

I'm going to find a love that truly makes sense,
You are already part of history, what a waste of time invested,
Today I regret everything except for losing you.

If your truths hurt you, forgive me, sweetheart,
But black is not white, nor big is small,
You are pure fantasy... what a pity, beautiful body.

Let someone who doesn't know you buy you, your way of being is very sad,
You don't even know what you're looking for, and I foolishly treated you well,
The one who tries to do too much achieves too little, and you wouldn't even if you were born again.

Escrita por: Mario Quintero