Cuatro meses
Antonio Aguilar
Four months
Let it go away from you
That pride you have, woman
What good is it to you?
Living among the flowers
From today I tell you
I already have new loves
Not proud
Not even squeamish like you
Four months
I'm going to be with you
Four months
I'm going to be with someone else
And the other four
With you, with another and another
I don't ask you
Neither love nor charity
Four months
I'm going to be with you
Four months
I'm going to be with someone else
And the other four
With you, with another and another
I don't ask you
Neither love nor charity
