Lo Que Me Gusta de Ti

Girl from my neighborhood, you only know about love

You know what people say about you
That your lips are as sharp as glass
That you skipped the teenage years
And play at being the moon in the early morning
My father has already told me never to get close
To be careful with our friendship
But every moment I die to see you
At night my dreams are at your doorstep
Girl from my neighborhood, you don't know about songs
When I stop at your door, your colors rise, no, no!

What I like about you, I don't know what it is that I like about you
That is not good for me and that I like about you
Are your little looks that are killing me, girl
What is it that I like about you
That which hurts me and that I like about you
That doesn't stop and takes over me
It's like a sin that is leading me, girl, to cry for you

Being with friends, I come home late
My brother told me that you are no longer there
That tears fell during the move
And last night you slept in another city
Why didn't you tell me all those days you had
To tell me that sooner or later it would end
That you are a pinch I have in my soul and in the end
Girl from my neighborhood, you take away my songs
That are like the traces of your kisses and loves, no, no!

What I like about you, I don't know what it is that I like about you
That is not good for me and that I like about you
Are your little looks that are killing me, girl
What is it that I like about you
That which hurts me and that I like about you
That doesn't stop and takes over me
It's like a sin that is leading me, girl, to cry for you

I know what you have that is not good for you
And to me, my love, it hurts that you leave and only leave me
That the streets are sadder since you left
And this Levante without you, no one can stand it
Girl from my neighborhood, you don't know about songs
When I stop at your door, your colors rise, no, no!

What I like about you, I don't know what it is that I like about you
That is not good for me and that I like about you
Are your little looks that are killing me, girl
What is it that I like about you
That which hurts me and that I like about you
That doesn't stop and takes over me
It's like a sin that is leading me, girl, to cry for you