Maldito E-mail
Hector Acosta (El Torito)
Damned Email
She went far away from me
with the promise that she would return
and she swore she would write
every single day upon arrival
And time passed, I know nothing about you
A call and your best days
And a song I had to write for you
Then waiting for you to listen
My love, the internet is the network
Send her a message,
Connect and once and for all, signal your reception
Because my damned email
Without a message from my beloved
And there the iPhone, not a call
And my iPod played that love song
My damned email, almost blind I see nothing
I keep waiting for that call
And my iPod played that love song
That reminds me of you
(Sung by El Orfanato)
(Bachatéame mamá)
(Welcome to Marcy Place)
(Sentimiento Torito)
(That's my people)
(Listen to this feeling, baby)
She went to Paris far from me
She was looking for her best days
A mansion and an actress's salary
She never told me she would forget me
She promised me she would write
And apparently it hasn't arrived yet
She never called, she doesn't know about me anymore
I keep waiting for her to understand one day
My love, the internet is the network
Send her a message,
Connect and once and for all, signal your reception
Because my damned email
Without a message from my beloved
And there the iPhone, not a call
And my iPod played that love song
My damned email, almost blind I see nothing
I keep waiting for that call
And my iPod played that love song
That reminds me of you
(Me and mine continue broadcasting from the city of New York)
(Connect, Torito)
And my iPod played that love song
That reminds me of you
(THE KING)
