Bigote Mojado
Joan Sebastian
Wet Mustache
What do you get, woman?
What do you gain by being the executioner of my feelings?
And what do you get, woman?
What do you gain by being the reason for my suffering?
Who flatters herself, woman?
And who pays you to see me begging like a beggar?
Who told you no?
Who told you that I shouldn't even be your friend?
All my sorrows bear your name
Your name written in my heart
I forgot that I am a man
And the man cries discreetly
I'm already tired of this torment
Tired of walking like this
With a mustache always wet when crying for you
What do you get, woman?
What do you gain by being the manufacturer of my sadness?
What do you get, woman?
What do you gain by being the pain in my neck?
Who flatters herself, woman?
And who pays you to see me begging like a beggar?
Who told you no?
Who told you that I shouldn't even be your friend?
All my sorrows bear your name
Your name written in my heart
I forgot that I am a man
And the man cries discreetly
I'm already tired of this torment
Tired of walking like this
With a mustache always wet when crying for you
All my sorrows bear your name
Your name written in my heart
I forgot that I am a man
And the man cries discreetly
I'm already tired of this torment
Tired of walking like this
With a mustache always wet when crying for you
With a mustache always wet when crying for you
