Le Dicen
Banda Rancho Viejo
They Tell Her
They tell her that I don't remember her anymore
They tell her that now I despise her
They tell her to rip her out of my soul
They tell her that I hate her to death
That the heart is out of fashion
That they are sticking the kisses of a new love
That the scent of her body is no longer relevant
That hearing her voice no longer excites me
And that she no longer melts me with her warmth
That everything ends up being useless
That I already have someone to scratch my back
Although thinking about it
Don't tell her anything
Better tell her
That I never forgot her
They tell her that I don't remember her anymore
They tell her that now I despise her
They tell her to rip her out of my soul
They tell her that I hate her to death
That the heart is out of fashion
That they are sticking the kisses of a new love
That the scent of her body is no longer relevant
That hearing her voice no longer excites me
And that she no longer melts me with her warmth
That everything ends up being useless
That I already have someone to scratch my back
Although thinking about it
Don't tell her anything
Better tell her
That I never forgot her
