Odiarte

Woh woh
Uh uh
Uh
Why do you make me dream first
And then let me die
I don't know why you talk to me about love
If you only make me suffer
I don't know why I get moved in loving you
When I should hate you
You make me feel like a coward
Not knowing what decision to make
I don't know why I get moved in loving you
When I should hate you, you make me feel like a coward
Not knowing what decision to make
Ah ah

I believed in the illusion that we could make it
If necessary, I will move to another place
I will erase everything to not suffer or remember
Without you, I will be fine because with you I am very bad
The masochist is gone, now I think of myself
With everyone, I am more selfish, I am Barça, not Real Madrid
But I like to be realistic
I like your performance, being an artist suits you well
Words without depth, promises without meaning
May you be forgiven