Cuatro Meses
Marco Antonio Solís
Four Months
Let go of that pride you have, woman
What good is it to live among the flowers
From today I tell you
That I already have new loves
And not proud or stubborn like you
Four months
I'm going to live with you
Four months
I'm going to be with another
And the other four
With you, with another and another
I don't ask you
For love or charity
