Pega La Vuelta
Daniel Agostini
Turn Around
How dare you knock on my door
if the wound you left in me is still open.
How is it that you want my love again,
if you always deceived me like a child.
And now that you want us to start over
it's impossible because my love for you has died.
Take your letters, your things, and never regret.
Give me your hand, a kiss, and turn around.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
And now that you want us to start over
it's impossible because my love for you has died.
Take your letters, your things, and never regret.
Give me your hand, a kiss, and turn around.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
Leave me, I am happy;
leave, that's better.
