Que Se Mueran
Romeo Santos
Let them die
Yes sir
Keep it locked
They are murmuring that what is ours is not due
And they disrespect our love without right
For social reasons and difference in ages
These ignorant fools don't want to see me with you
They are not right
This is not correct and if they repent they do not deserve penance
Because in love there is no economy nor anything necessary for two to love each other.
Let the envious disbelievers die if they destroy our destiny
Don't doubt it, a poisonous tongue is more deadly than a knife.
Let them all fall into an abyss
If they don't accept our idyll
What the hell does economic status matter?
If the soul has no value
That you are 30 and I am only 24, those are annoying numbers.
They are not right
This is not correct and if they repent they do not deserve penance
Because in love there is no economy nor anything necessary for two to love each other.
Let the envious disbelievers die if they destroy our destiny
Don't doubt it, a poisonous tongue is more deadly than a knife
Let them all fall into an abyss
If they don't accept our idyll
Keep criticizing, keep talking
I just remember one thing, the king! ladies king
Do you like my bachata friend?
Our love is not fleeting nor a hobby
It is brave, very stable, if complex.
And so they criticize us both
In short, may God forgive you.
Let the envious disbelievers die if they destroy our destiny
Don't doubt it, a poisonous tongue is more deadly than a knife
Let them all fall into an abyss
If they don't accept our idyll
Let them drown with their hatred in the mud of envy and malice
And may life curse them if they don't want to see me with you
They criticized God, what awaits me eh?
Keep talking
