El Estorbo
Me importa un comino que tu tengas otro cariño!!!
Sabes mi vida el onceavo mandamiento es no estorbar últimamente ahi nos vemos
Me importa un comino que tu tengas otro cariño
Pues no me interesa yo ya tengo diez amores
Si tu me olvidaste yo de ti ya ni me acuerdo
Si salgo a la calle y te encuentro tu me ignoras
Si tu imaginaras lo que pienso me matarias
Ya ve comprendiendo que ni el sueño me espantarias
Yo no quiero pecar de hombre a cabal
Tampoco soy un hombre bondadoso
Lo que comienza tiene qe acabar
Y a mi se me quito ya lo baboso
Lo unico qe voy a agradecer
Pero antes a mi copa dare un sorbo
No sabes la alegria que me da
Qe me quite de encima un estorbo
Si salgo a la calle y te encuentro tu me ignoras
Si tu imaginaras lo que pienso me matarias
Ya ve comprendiendo que ni el sueño me espantarias
Yo no quiero pecar de hombre a cabal
Tampoco soy un hombre bondadoso
Lo que comienza tiene qe acabar
Y a mi se me quito ya lo baboso
Lo unico qe voy a agradecer
Pero antes a mi copa dare un sorbo
No sabes la alegria que me da
Qe me quite de encima un estorbo
The Nuisance
I don't care if you have another love!!!
You know, my dear, the eleventh commandment is not to bother lately, see you later
I don't care if you have another love
Because I'm not interested, I already have ten loves
If you forgot me, I don't even remember you
If I go out on the street and I see you, you ignore me
If you could imagine what I think, you would kill me
You are starting to understand that not even in dreams would you scare me
I don't want to sin as a complete man
I'm not a kind man either
What starts must end
And I already stopped being foolish
The only thing I will be grateful for
But first, I will take a sip from my glass
You don't know the joy it gives me
To get rid of a nuisance
If I go out on the street and I see you, you ignore me
If you could imagine what I think, you would kill me
You are starting to understand that not even in dreams would you scare me
I don't want to sin as a complete man
I'm not a kind man either
What starts must end
And I already stopped being foolish
The only thing I will be grateful for
But first, I will take a sip from my glass
You don't know the joy it gives me
To get rid of a nuisance