Señor Locutor

Well, who am I speaking with?
Hello, Mr. announcer
If you do me a favor
Play me a song

That doesn't talk about love
I want that woman to know
That her goodbye hurt me
That it gave me great pain

What's wrong, my friend
It shows in your voice
That he loved her in his soul
With true love

It's true, buddy
I loved her to death
I adored her like no one else
But there was no money

And she left for the shine
That money produces
And Mr. announcer
That makes me cry

Well, well, tell me

Mr. announcer
If you do me the favor
Tell that man
Not to lie, for God's sake
Tell him that if he has already forgotten
That he was the one who failed that good woman

Don't hang up, my friend, I understand that you are
The third party
In this love story

It's not like that, no sir
It's true that I carry that woman
In my soul with the purest love

You stole her from me
Don't talk nonsense
She always loved you

Please don't hang up
What a love story!, what a story!

Listen to me, both of you
Love is like that
It makes some enjoy
And makes others suffer

You were the first to speak
If you made her cry
Today ask for forgiveness

If you're listening
Wherever you are, I beg you
Forgive my mistake

It's too late
That saintly woman
Died of sadness
The day I was born

It's you, my son
Forgive me, sir

A father is not the one who begets
A father is all love

Forgive me, my son
I can't forgive
But let my saintly mother
Rest