El Masoquista
Los Bukis
The Masochist
And this is,
For all of us who suffer with women,
Yes sir.
I've had my loves
And what my eyes have seen
But those red lips
Drive me crazy for real.
I don't know what awaits me
My friends judge me
That woman is not sincere
That she will do me a lot of harm.
They call me the masochist
Because I enjoy suffering
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss her
They wouldn't speak like that.
They tell me to forget her already
That soon my soul will be shattered
But if I die in her arms, my brother
What do I care.
That mermaid body
And that treacherous mouth
Will be the cause of my sorrows
I never tire of hearing.
But there is nothing more beautiful
That makes me happier
Than to surround her waist
In a slow walk.
They call me the masochist
Because I enjoy suffering
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss her
They wouldn't speak like that.
They tell me to forget her already
That soon my soul will be shattered
But if I die in her arms, my brother
What do I care.
They call me the masochist
Because I enjoy suffering
But if they saw what I feel when I kiss her
They wouldn't speak like that.
They tell me to forget her already
That soon my soul will be shattered
But if I die in her arms, my brother
What do I care.
And if we have to suffer
Let it be for love
Love.
