Llévatela (Fue Prestada)

Take it, if it's yours
Mine, I still can't find it
Take it away, and I won't make a fuss
What I feel for her today
My chest will keep it, deep inside

Take it, and what a joy!
Knowing that she is well loved
Take her, I already knew
That the time I had it was on loan

So many suns, so many months
So many moons, so many times
So many tears, currency of interest
That takes possession of another

Take her, make her happy
I, to step aside, am an expert
Take it away, my rose is white
I don't believe in her anymore
However, I wish it to be true

Take it, and what a joy!
Knowing that she is well loved
Take her, I already knew
That the time I had it was on loan

So many suns, so many months
So many moons, so many times
So many tears, currency of interest
That takes possession of another

So many suns, years, months
So many moons, so many times
So many tears, currency of interest
That takes possession of another

But take it with you