Ojalá Sea Cierto
No cabe duda, compadre
Las mujeres son malas
Unas, otras son peores
Pero qué hacemos sin ellas, oiga
Ojalá sea cierto
Que ya no quieres verme
Y que ya no regreses llorando arrepentida
Ojalá sea cierto
Que ahora me aborreces
Y que no te importa nada de mi vida
Que yo ya soy la historia
De aquel momento triste
Y fui un mal de amores
Que ha quedado atrás
Que fui fácil para obtenerme
Y fácil me olvidarás
También dices que fui un mal detalle
Un momento de esos que viene y se va
A mí se me hace que tú hablas de más porque estás ardida
Porque no pudiste dominar mi mente ni arruinar mi vida
Si por ti fuera no te hubieras ido, tú estarías conmigo
En la casa de renta comiendo tortillas y cuidando un hijo
Pero no, no te gustó
Estar en tu casa
Tú querías amante, no querías marido
A mí se me hace que tú hablas de más porque estás ardida
Porque no pudiste dominar mi mente ni arruinar mi vida
Si por ti fuera no te hubieras ido, tú estarías conmigo
En la casa de renta comiendo tortillas y cuidando un hijo
Pero no, no te gustó
Estar en tu casa
Tú querías amante, no querías marido
Hopefully It's True
There is no doubt, buddy
Women are bad
Some, others are worse
But what do we do without them, listen
Hopefully it's true
That you no longer want to see me
And that you don't come back crying in regret
Hopefully it's true
That you now hate me
And that you don't care about my life at all
That I am already the story
Of that sad moment
And I was a bad love
That has been left behind
That I was easy to get
And you will easily forget me
You also say that I was a bad detail
A moment like those that come and go
I think you talk too much because you're upset
Because you couldn't control my mind or ruin my life
If it were up to you, you wouldn't have left, you would be with me
In the rented house eating tortillas and taking care of a child
But no, you didn't like it
Being at home
You wanted a lover, you didn't want a husband
I think you talk too much because you're upset
Because you couldn't control my mind or ruin my life
If it were up to you, you wouldn't have left, you would be with me
In the rented house eating tortillas and taking care of a child
But no, you didn't like it
Being at home
You wanted a lover, you didn't want a husband