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The Firefly

Silvestre Dangond

El Cocuyo

Te están llenando la cabeza de cocuyo
De cucuyo, de cucuyo
Pero yo soy tuyo, siempre tuyo, siempre tuyo

El que venga hablarte mal de mi
Sin tener un sueldo corazón
Es porque está enamorado de ti
O de pronto es que le gusto yo
El que crea que me va a hacer infeliz
Sea hombre, sea mujer, se equivocó

Ay te están llenando la cabeza de cucuyo
Y cuanto gozan los que van a fastidiarte
Café con sal dámele a esos vagabundos
Pa' que se vayan con su música a otra parte

Te están llenando la cabeza de cocuyo
De cucuyo, de cucuyo
Pero yo soy tuyo, siempre tuyo, siempre tuyo

Te están llenando la cabeza de cocuyo
De cucuyo, de cucuyo
Pero yo soy tuyo, siempre tuyo, siempre tuyo

Amo las personas bochincheras
Vean a uno feliz y les da envidia
No dan pa' vivir su propia vida
Y quieren vivir la vida ajena
Después dicen que Dios las castiga
Siendo que ellas mismas se condenan

Y te están llenando la cabeza de cucuyo
Y cuanto gozan los que van a fastidiarte
Café con sal dámele a esos vagabundos
Pa que se vayan con su música a otra parte

Te están llenando la cabeza de cocuyo
De cucuyo, de cucuyo
Pero yo soy tuyo, siempre tuyo, siempre tuyo

The Firefly

They are filling your head with firefly
With firefly, with firefly
But I am yours, always yours, always yours

Whoever comes to speak ill of me
Without having a heart salary
It's because they are in love with you
Or maybe they like me
Whoever thinks they will make me unhappy
Be it a man, be it a woman, they are wrong

Oh, they are filling your head with firefly
And how much those who are going to bother you enjoy
Give those vagabonds coffee with salt
So they can go with their music somewhere else

They are filling your head with firefly
With firefly, with firefly
But I am yours, always yours, always yours

They are filling your head with firefly
With firefly, with firefly
But I am yours, always yours, always yours

I love gossiping people
They see someone happy and envy them
They can't live their own life
And want to live someone else's life
Then they say that God punishes them
When they condemn themselves

And they are filling your head with firefly
And how much those who are going to bother you enjoy
Give those vagabonds coffee with salt
So they can go with their music somewhere else

They are filling your head with firefly
With firefly, with firefly
But I am yours, always yours, always yours

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