Cuatro Meses
Banda Jerez
Four Months
Lose that damn pride
You have, woman.
Lose that damn pride
You have, woman.
What good does it do you
To live among the flowers.
Today I tell you
That I already have new loves.
And not proud
And pretentious, like you.
And for four months,
I'll be with you,
And for four months,
I'll be with another,
And the next four,
With you, with another, and another.
I'm not asking
For love or charity.
And for four months,
I'll be with you,
And for four months,
I'll be with another,
And the next four,
With you, with another, and another.
I'm not asking
For love or charity.
