Ya No Llora
(Baila, nena, con—)
Ella no siente nada
Se nota de lejo' en su mirada
Ella está dañada
Por ese bobo que no la cuidaba
Y ahora se puso más fuerte
Más caliente, se le siente
Su corazón dejó inerte
Y no va a cambiar
Ya no llora
Antes que mal acompañada, sola
Ahora soltera se puso de moda
Ya no quiere verte, te desea suerte
Ya no llora
Antes que mal acompañada, sola
Ahora soltera se puso de moda
Ya no quiere verte, te desea suerte
¡Baila, nena, con Márama!
Ni en figurita quiere tu carita
Ya quemó, se olvidó de tus fotos
Ni en figurita quiere tu carita
Ya te olvidó
Y ahora se puso más fuerte
Más caliente, se le siente
Su corazón dejó inerte
Y no va a cambiar
Ya no llora
Antes que mal acompañada, sola
Ahora soltera se puso de moda
Ya no quiere verte, te desea suerte
Ya no llora
Antes que mal acompañada, sola
Ahora soltera se puso de moda
Ya no quiere verte, te desea suerte
¡Baila, nena, con Márama!
(Ella no siente nada)
(Se nota de lejo' en su mirada)
She Doesn't Cry Anymore
(Dance, baby, with—)
She doesn't feel anything
It's noticeable from far away in her gaze
She is damaged
By that fool who didn't take care of her
And now she got stronger
Hotter, you can feel it
Her heart became inert
And it won't change
She doesn't cry anymore
Rather be alone than in bad company
Now being single is in fashion
She doesn't want to see you, she wishes you luck
She doesn't cry anymore
Rather be alone than in bad company
Now being single is in fashion
She doesn't want to see you, she wishes you luck
Dance, baby, with Márama!
She doesn't even want your face in a picture
She burned it, forgot about your photos
She doesn't even want your face in a picture
She forgot about you
And now she got stronger
Hotter, you can feel it
Her heart became inert
And it won't change
She doesn't cry anymore
Rather be alone than in bad company
Now being single is in fashion
She doesn't want to see you, she wishes you luck
She doesn't cry anymore
Rather be alone than in bad company
Now being single is in fashion
She doesn't want to see you, she wishes you luck
Dance, baby, with Márama!
(She doesn't feel anything)
(It's noticeable from far away in her gaze)
Escrita por: Augustin Duarte, Augustín Casanova, Cristian Mirabal