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Ainda Vou Transar Com Você

Aaah aaah
Tu amor es un periodico de ayer
Aaah aah
Mi Amor
Te quise te añore tanto busque y te encontré
Te tuve y te disfrute, tantos años que te espere
Te fuiste en un dos por tres hijae puta que tu te crees
No tienes ni idea ni sabes cuantas noches te llore
De valentía me forre, tus memorias las borré
Del momento me aproveche y nunca me fui a correr
Al contrario demostre, ante el de arriba me postre
Dame dirección, confirmación que me desconcentre
Del suelo me levante, en aquel banquito te espere y te espere
Cuando llegaste una cartita te entregue
Me pare y te abracé
En el oído te susurre: Cabrona no te necesito eres periodico de ayer
Aaah aaah
Tu amor es un periodico de ayer
Aaah aah
Mi Amor
Escribi tu nombre en un papel ciento de veces, par de meses
Te quiero, te odio, te amo
Traidora me aborreces
A mí tu no me mereces
Harto de tus estupideces
Haces que yo me estrece
De finura tu careces
Odio donde naciste y donde creces
Odio los momentos que apareces y resplandeces
Odio la controversia que causas, tu me enfureces
Odio que me persigas aunque te lo e dicho mil veces.
Que no quiero saber de ti ni todo lo que ingreses
Cuando estuve puesto pa ti te me desapareces
Ahora regresas y esperas que me interese
Tu eres periódico de ayer y eso que te parece
Aaah aaah
Tu amor es un periodico de ayer
Aaah aah
Mi Amor
Ya no me levanto contigo
No duermo contigo
No sueño contigo ya ni escribo contigo
Mi paz la consigo, Dios es mi testigo
No te quiero ni de amiga ni amigo

Still Going to Sleep with You

Aaah aaah
Your love is yesterday's newspaper
Aaah aah
My Love
I loved, I missed you so much, I searched and found you
I had you and I enjoyed you, so many years I waited for you
You left in a heartbeat, you fucking bitch, who do you think you are?
You have no idea how many nights I cried for you
I gathered my courage, I erased your memories
I seized the moment, and I never ran away
On the contrary, I showed, before Him above I prostrated myself
Give me direction, confirmation that distracts me
From the ground I rose, on that bench I waited and waited for you
When you arrived, I gave you a letter
I stood up and hugged you
In your ear I whispered: Bitch, I don't need you, you're yesterday's newspaper
Aaah aaah
Your love is yesterday's newspaper
Aaah aah
My Love
I wrote your name on a piece of paper a hundred times, a couple of months
I love you, I hate you, I adore you
Traitor, you despise me
You don't deserve me
Tired of your stupidity
You make me so stressed
You lack finesse
I hate where you were born and where you grow
I hate the moments when you appear and shine
I hate the controversy you cause, you infuriate me
I hate that you chase after me even though I've told you a thousand times
That I don't want to hear from you or anything you earn
When I was ready for you, you disappeared
Now you come back and expect me to be interested
You are yesterday's newspaper and what do you think of that?
Aaah aaah
Your love is yesterday's newspaper
Aaah aah
My Love
I don't wake up with you anymore
I don't sleep with you anymore
I don't dream with you anymore nor write with you anymore
I find my peace, God is my witness
I don't want you as a friend or a lover