No Tienes Corazón (feat. Café Quijano)

If you want, I want
I'll tell you the stories you used to tell me
If you want women
I'll write you a list with names and beds
If you want
I still believe you were a saint, come on
You have no forgiveness
How dare you have the nerve to enter my house
How dare you have the courage to call at night to see how I am
How dare you have such a long tongue and such a fake laugh
You have no heart

Look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths

You had
Very little respect and very little care
You made
Me the clown in your private circus
You left a big idiot painted on my forehead
You have no forgiveness
Now I understand the eagerness to travel
With your sister to Havana
Or those dinners with your colleagues
Once a week
And the old friends and some cousins
Who are already graying
You have no heart

Look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths
And look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths

A coffee, look at you. To a cousin
Short of coffee, long of Quijano

And you owe me a year and a half
You owe me a lot of blood
And your fault is my remedy
Blessed be your duties

Look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths
And look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths
And look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths
And look me in the face
And dare to deny that you know so many beds
Like stories to tell me
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent, to avoid me
To flatter me with compliments and truths
And look me in the face, tough face
And dare to deny
And tell me in the street
Better not give details
I prefer you to be silent

If they don't want me, they don't want me
Nobody dies
That's the situation, what a dilemma
And Joaquín, what do you think