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Pos cui-cui-ri

Pedro Infante

Pos cui-cui-ri

En una canasta vieja,
Te regreso el corazón,
Porque no valía la pena,
Ni siquiera comprar un cajón.

Con tus cosas y el retrato,
Hice una gran quemazón,
Solo me quedo pa' rato,
Tu dichito sin sal y sangrón.

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
Me tenías hasta el copete con tu cui-cui-ri,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
Para todo y hasta que se me pegó.

Ahora si me prefieres,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
Y de celos te mueres,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
Si de veras me quieres,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri y aquí todo acabo.

Hoy te miro cara a cara,
Pa' tirarte el corazón,
Como alguna cosa rara,
Que una vez encendió mi pasión.

Tiene risa quien lloraba,
Llora, llora quien se rió,
Si dijera que cambiaba,
Con el dicho antes murió ahora yo.

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
Me tenías hasta el copete con tu cui-cui-ri,

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
Para todo y hasta que se me pegó.
Ahora si me prefieres,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
Y de celos te mueres,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
Si de veras me quieres,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri y aquí todo acabo

Pos cui-cui-ri

In an old basket,
I return your heart,
Because it wasn't worth it,
Not even to buy a coffin.

With your things and the portrait,
I made a big bonfire,
I'm only left for a while,
With your little blessing without salt and grumpy.

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
You had me up to here with your cui-cui-ri,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
For everything and until it stuck to me.

Now if you prefer me,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
And you die of jealousy,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
If you really love me,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri and here everything ends.

Today I look at you face to face,
To throw your heart away,
Like some strange thing,
That once ignited my passion.

He who laughed now smiles,
Cries, cries who laughed,
If I said I would change,
With the saying before died now I.

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
You had me up to here with your cui-cui-ri,

Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri,
For everything and until it stuck to me.
Now if you prefer me,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
And you die of jealousy,
Pos cui-cui-ri,
If you really love me,
Pos cui-cui-ri, pos cui-cui-ri and here everything ends

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