Una y Mil Veces (part. Omar Montes)

I was about to leave, I was about to
Pick up the bags
And just then they call me, they call me, you call me

I was about to leave, I was about to
Pick up the bags
And just then they call me, they call me, you call me

One and a thousand times
I promised myself not to fall for you again
It took me more than a hundred moons to get out of there
Today wandering the streets of Madrid
I am happy

One and a thousand times
I promised myself not to fall for you again
It took me more than a hundred moons to get out of there
Today wandering the streets of Madrid
I am happy

I lost my way, giving time to time
For you to realize and change at some point
Tired of waiting, I picked up my dreams
I closed my suitcases and flew to tell the wind

The lies I tell you alone
Have very short legs
The excuses arriving late
The promises come out of my mouth
But none of what I promised
Has been fulfilled
I'm in over my head
Another night, another mess

One and a thousand times
I promised myself not to fall for you again
It took me more than a hundred moons to get out of there
Today wandering the streets of Madrid
I am happy

One and a thousand times
I promised myself not to fall for you again
It took me more than a hundred moons to get out of there
Today wandering the streets of Madrid
I am happy

I promised my mother
That tonight I was going to leave you
It's three in the morning
And your poison is in my blood

I promised my mother
That tonight I was going to leave you
It's three in the morning
And your poison is in my blood

I promised my mother
That tonight I was going to leave you
It's three in the morning
And your poison is in my blood

I promised my mother
That tonight I was going to leave you
It's three in the morning
And your poison is in my blood