Quemala
Era un hombre enemigo de la soledad
era dueño de tres flores que tenía que cuidar
nada mas, y se dejo llevar, pobre de él
se aljó de su tesoro, no lo supo contemplar
se olvidó de las tres flores que tenía que cuidar
nada mas, y se dejo engañar, pobre de él
quemala, escucha esta cancion y quemala
ya extraña los momentos que no pudo tener
se lamenta haber perdido lo que era parte de el
ya no mas, todo volverá ser como fue
ahora lo miro a este hombre mirar
con los ojos partidos y nada que cuidar
nada mas, por dejarse llevar, pobre de él
Burn it
He was a man who hated loneliness
He owned three flowers that he had to take care of
Nothing else, and he let himself go, poor him
He distanced himself from his treasure, didn't know how to appreciate it
He forgot about the three flowers he had to take care of
Nothing else, and he let himself be deceived, poor him
Burn it, listen to this song and burn it
He already misses the moments he couldn't have
He regrets losing what was part of him
No more, everything will return to how it was
Now I see this man looking
With eyes divided and nothing to take care of
Nothing else, for letting himself go, poor him