Cuentale
Alazán
Tell Him
Flavor, flavor of cumbia!
Come on, babe, tell him!
Alazan!
Tell him you've spent a thousand nights crying for me
Tell him that while they talk to you, you think of me
Tell him you don't know what to do without my love
That wherever you go, if you see a flower
It's the memory of our love!
Tell him you haven't been able to forget me
Tell him that anything reminds you of me
Our moments, our caresses
And also our way of loving!
Tell him you've spent a thousand nights crying for me
Tell him that while they talk to you, you think of me
Tell him you don't know what to do without my love
That wherever you go, if you see a flower
It's the memory of our love!
Tell him you haven't been able to forget me
Tell him that anything reminds you of me
Our moments, our caresses
And also our way of loving!
Tell him you haven't been able to forget me
Tell him that anything reminds you of me
Our moments, our caresses
And also our way of loving!
