Paroles et traduction Olga Tañón - Duele Duele

Duele Duele

Siempre hablando de mí que me adoras,
Que un diablo en la casa te formas,
Siendo hipocrita cuando en la calle
Arrastrado y borracho...
Un desastre, nunca llegas temprano a tu casa,
Siempre andando entre piernas y faltas,
Tu familia te vale madre.
Tus mujeres tus amigos menos, recójete. oye

Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
Duele duele vos sos porqueria,
Duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
Y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa′ nada

Por creerte un chico perfecto,
Inventando en la calle tus cuentos,
Si tu juegas con fuego te quemas,
Y la vieja de este barrio tiene chiborrea...

Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
Duele duele vos sos porqueria,
Duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
Y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada

Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
Duele duele vos sos porqueria,
Duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
Y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa′ nada

Si me quisieras un poquito
Buena vida me darías
El que ama no maltrata
Y yo tengo que salir de aquí

Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
Duele duele vos sos porqueria,
Duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
Y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada

Ooooohhhh

Duele duele, en mi piel tu herida
Duele duele vos sos porqueria,
Duele duele, duele que me miren en la cara
Y me digan que tú, que tú no sirves pa' nada

It Hurts It Hurts

You're always saying how you adore me,
That you're a devil in the house you form,
Being hypocritical when in the street,
Crawling and drunk...
A disaster, you never come home early,
Always running around between legs and shortings,
Your family doesn't matter to you.
Your women, your friends, less, get yourself together. hey

It hurts, it hurts, your wound on my skin,
It hurts, it hurts, you're garbage,
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts that they look me in the face,
And they tell me that you, that you're not good for anything,

For believing you were a perfect boy,
Inventing your stories in the street,
If you play with fire, you get burned,
And the old lady in this neighborhood has the runs...

It hurts, it hurts, your wound on my skin,
It hurts, it hurts, you're garbage,
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts that they look me in the face,
And they tell me that you, that you're not good for anything,

It hurts, it hurts, your wound on my skin,
It hurts, it hurts, you're garbage,
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts that they look me in the face,
And they tell me that you, that you're not good for anything,

If you loved me a little bit,
You would give me a good life,
The one who loves you doesn't mistreat you,
And I have to get out of here,

It hurts, it hurts, your wound on my skin,
It hurts, it hurts, you're garbage,
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts that they look me in the face,
And they tell me that you, that you're not good for anything,

Ooooohhhh

It hurts, it hurts, your wound on my skin,
It hurts, it hurts, you're garbage,
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts that they look me in the face,
And they tell me that you, that you're not good for anything,