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Oh, if it were
The whole life
You're so pretty but you're so crazy
That I don't know if I should marry you or not know anything else about you
Because sometimes you run away and other times you suffocate me
You don't answer my calls, my neck gets dislocated
Insistently, save me a puppy when you get stubborn
Tears gush when they bury me
This is over, to Finisterre
It's enough that I open it for her to close it later
Sometimes things are not as you would like
If you see it's not working out, then leave it, troublemaker
Time goes by and you don't realize and that's how the whole life goes
It hit you hard at first but, mere
Let her go, if she doesn't fly and if she flies and doesn't come back, she's not yours
That's life, son, just let it flow
Things are as they are, not as you imagine them
She'll call tomorrow and if not, let her run away, booyaka, booya (hey)

How was it, woman
That all this time you and I are distant?
Whenever you want, call me on the cell (call me)
I'll put out the fire like we used to
When you're in flames, call me
I don't want more sorrows that I've already had enough
It seems like I'm talking to the wall (owee)
It tells me to stop but why? (why? why?)
They say they saw her hanging out in the center
You know she's not from the Canary Islands but she has the accent
She asks me how I am and I'm facing the wind
Watching how all the sorrows I feel fly away
Now I come back at night but I come back happy
There were several screw-ups but I don't regret
I tell her what's up, ma'? What's wrong with me?

And she tells me to tuck in my shirt
Tell me where it itches you, life is short, the thing is nice
Mami, the crazy life is the most beautiful
Leave the heels when you undress for me
Love in a magazine cover pose
Mere, this is danced with the hip
Mere, let me teach you, you don't get it
Mere, on top of the counter
Mere, the Cosa Nostra, the good thing
How come, woman
That all this time you and I are distant? (hey)
Whenever you want, call me on the cell
I'll put out the fire like we used to
And when you're in flames, call me (yeah-yeah)
I don't want more sorrows that I've already had enough (uh-huh)
It seems like I'm talking to the wall (yeah-yeah)
It tells me to stop but why? Why? Why?

If it's suggestion or digestion
(I don't know anymore) or bad management
I don't know if she does it with passion or out of compassion
(I don't know) she needs attention
So, little carnation of my heart
I go with the cactus to sing a serenade under your balcony
She has a bucket of water ready to throw
Until she sees that the crazy little boy, that's me
No one would think she's a prisoner of sorrow for love
That her story is one of tragedy and betrayal
No one would think she was born by mistake
But she was the fruit of passion's fruit
Baby, for you I'd cut a hair
If it lifts me to the clouds, I'll bring down the sky
But for me to burn, let the scorching sun burn me
I go alone, all alone, single
How come, woman
That all this time you and I are distant? (hey)
Whenever you want, call me on the cell (how was it)
I'll put out the fire like we used to
And when you're in flames, call me (yeah-yeah)
I don't want more sorrows that I've already had enough (uh-huh)
It seems like I'm talking to the wall (yeah-yeah)
It tells me to stop but why? Why? Why? (hey, hey, hey)