Paroles et traduction María José Quintanilla - Tu Fiesta

Tu Fiesta

Te fuiste cuando estaba callendose a pedazos mi mundo de
Cristal y ahora que la mil comienza a dar elotes ya quieres regresar.
Haciendo mi balance contigo no hay ganancias son pérdidas no
Más mejor allá te quedas acá yo estoy cantando no vengas a chiflar.
La vida me ha enseñado que aquello que hace daño se tire a la
Basura y tu eres hierba mala
Espina que se clava dolor que no se cura.
Por eso es que te exijo que acá ya no regreses el verte me indigesta
Si allá tienes la orquesta la banda y el
Mariachi y todo para el show pues haz allá tu fiesta.
(Y cantale como tu sabes chiquitita) ...
Conmigo fuiste ave que dominaba el cielo sin temor a caer si ni lo
Aprovechaste que lastima mi amigo porque ya no va ver Tu ya no te
Levantas tu nuevo cariñito creo que te echo la sal Pero esa
Es otra historia me dice la memoria que son tal para cual.
La vida me ha enseñado que aquello que hace daño se tire a la
Basura y tu eres hierba mala
Espina que se clava dolor que no se cura.
Por eso es que te exijo que acá ya no regreses el verte me indigesta
Si allá tienes la orquesta la banda y el
Mariachi y todo para el show pues haz allá tu fiesta.
Fin

Your Party

You left when my crystal world was falling apart,
and now that the corn is starting to grow, you want to come back.
Doing my balance, with you there are no gains, only losses, no more.
It's better if you stay there, here I am singing, don't come whistling.
Life has taught me that what hurts should be thrown in the
trash, and you are a weed,
a thorn that sticks, a pain that doesn't heal.
That's why I demand that you don't come back here, seeing you makes me sick.
If you have the orchestra, the band, and the
Mariachi and everything for the show, then have your party there.
(And sing to her like you know how, little one) ...
With me you were a bird that dominated the sky without fear of falling, you didn't even
take advantage of it, what a pity my friend, because you won't see it anymore. You no longer
rise, your new darling, I think she threw salt on you. But that
another story, my memory tells me that you are made for each other.
Life has taught me that what hurts should be thrown in the
trash, and you are a weed,
a thorn that sticks, a pain that doesn't heal.
That's why I demand that you don't come back here, seeing you makes me sick.
If you have the orchestra, the band, and the
Mariachi and everything for the show, then have your party there.
End