Mi Preferida
Miguel Aceves Mejía
My Favorite
Come songs
I'm feeling happy
To forget a feeling;
I want them to play my favorite
To brighten up my life.
Inside my soul I carry a void
Of a longing that twists me crooked;
Clash the glasses now that there's a way
After all, what does it matter.
Even if they tighten the belt on me very hard
Out of pure pleasure, I even neigh;
Because the loves that entertain me
Like the waves of the sea come and go.
I'm feeling happy, I repeat it
And I feel like shouting
Because that ungrateful one I can't forget,
When they play my favorite.
