Los Últimos (feat. Luis Vargas)

Both of us were hurt
And I don't see that it bothered him
Because the aftermath of his deceit
Makes her feel superior

We ended up enemies in discord over his love
We fell ugly into his clutches
We don't know who was more foolish
Between you and me

The last fools, a song
Where we sent her to hell
And she died
I hope she suffers like that in the flesh for all her crimes

The last ones who saw her inside
Inside she's evil, black-hearted
She has the skill to tie you up
Dressed like an angel

I propose a truce
I don't want to be your rival
For that damn woman who has treated us badly
Late but she must already know
That it's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Today there will be a orgy of bachatas and liquor
These kings don't want the pain of a supposed queen

Look
The ones who know have arrived
It's your supreme king
The king

The last fools, a song
Where we sent her to hell
And she died
I hope she suffers like that in the flesh for all her crimes

The last ones who saw her inside
Inside she's evil, black-hearted
She has the skill to tie you up
Dressed like an angel

I propose a truce
I don't want to be your rival
For that damn woman who has treated us badly
Late but she must already know
That it's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Today there will be a orgy of bachatas and liquor
These kings don't want the pain of a supposed queen

Bravo, bravo

We share the sorrows, misfortune, and condemnation
Of being the finalists deceived by the brunette

On my knees, drunk with a rosary in my hands
I ask God to punish her
Not to have mercy on her, on her
(May the flames of the abyss burn her) on her, yes
(For being unconscious and treacherous) on her
(You don't play with men)

I hope the devil takes her and we will enjoy
I hope the devil takes her and we will enjoy
Because you played well with me, that good misfortune
Let her stay in hell
We will celebrate

Oh, what a party
Daughter of your damn mother