4 Bolsas de Ropa
Elvis Jaime
4 Bags of Clothes
It's not the same anymore my love you told me
That you got tired of me, that it's not the same
Tell me my love why I'm going crazy
I truly don't understand, I don't recognize you
Relax, it's okay, nothing has happened, girl
I'm leaving confused with my silent lips
I'm heading over to my mother's house
To meditate and get into a long-winded speech
And search for the cause that originated
You throwing me away like a rag
Without measuring those words reflected on your face
But one thing's for sure, don't come looking for me
You already let go of the short leash
What's up with that, always pushing me away
It seems like I'm a burden
But this situation has reached its peak
That I'm a man with a passive character
That I'm calm and not very sociable
And that's why you take advantage of me
I don't like to argue, you know that
We all have flaws, let's ask who doesn't
And let all these ideals teach us
What happened to you, I wonder all the time
I'm here with so many questions
And I don't want to think about what isn't
That's why, girl, I left without asking you
With undefined doubts and a great anguish
If you kicked me out, let me be calm
Let me sleep, stop sending me messages
Because it's not cool for everyone to see
Me with 4 bags full of clothes on the street
Let me live peacefully, accompanied by my mother...