Текст и перевод песни El Afinaito - La Suerte Esta Echada

La Suerte Esta Echada

La gente te pregunta que fue lo que pasó
Qué no te ven conmigo, que el tren ya te pitó
Ya casi es madrugada, la rumba terminó
Tu te has quedado sola, llorando en un rincón
Quiero que te quede claro si vienes arrepentida mujer
Y que engañes pues a otro que en mi vida no te quiero ver
Quiero que te quede claro si vienes arrepentida mujer
Te diste duro contra el suelo estás caída
Antes decías que en tu vida yo era el rey
Pero la suerte ya está echada y por ahí dicen
Qué mujer mala algún día se muere en su ley
Más repasada que libro de García Marquez
Más recorrida que avenida principal
Ahora te toca saborear de tu amargura
Ahora tus ojos no se cansan de llorar
Llorar... llorar... llorar...
Llorar... llorar... llorar...
Por eso vete, porque ahora te duele
Duele saber mujer que no me tienes
Sufre al tener, tu cruel castigo
Porque tu dejas ya de estar conmigo
Por eso vete, porque ahora te duele
Duele al saber mujer que no me tienes
A la gasolinera, ya no le pitan, ya no la montan en su camioneta
A la gasolinera, ya no le pitan, ya no la montan en su camioneta
Te diste duro contra el suelo estás caída
Antes decías que en tu vida yo era el rey
Pero la suerte ya está echada y por ahí dicen
Qué mujer mala algún día se muere en su ley
A la gasolinera, ya no le pitan, ya no la montan en su camioneta
A la gasolinera, ya no le pitan, ya no la montan en su camioneta
Te diste duro contra el suelo estás caída
Antes decías que en tu vida yo era el rey
Pero la suerte ya está echada y por ahí dicen
Qué mujer mala algún día se muere en su ley

Lost Bet

People asked you what happened to me
Why I am not with you, why the train whistled for me
It's almost dawn, the party's over
You are left alone, weeping in the corner
I want you to be clear if you come back repentant, woman
Deceive another because I don't want to see you in my life
I want you to be clear if you come back repentant, woman
You have crashed hard on the floor, you're down
Before you used to say that I was the king of your life
But fate has already taken its course and they say
That a bad woman will one day die by her own law
More well-read than a book by Gabriel García Márquez
More well-trodden than a main avenue
Now it's time for you to taste your bitterness
Now your eyes never tire of weeping
Weeping... weeping... weeping...
Weeping... weeping... weeping...
That's why go away, because now it hurts you
It hurts to know, woman, that you don't have me
Suffer by having your cruel punishment
Because you no longer belong with me
That's why go away, because now it hurts
It hurts to know, woman, that you don't have me
They don't whistle at the gas station anymore, they don't get on her truck
They don't whistle at the gas station anymore, they don't get on her truck
You have crashed hard on the floor, you are down
Before you used to say that I was the king of your life
But fate has already taken its course and they say
That a bad woman will one day die by her own law
They don't whistle at the gas station anymore, they don't get on her truck
They don't whistle at the gas station anymore, they don't get on her truck
You have crashed hard on the floor, you are down
Before you used to say that I was the king of your life
But fate has already taken its course and they say
That a bad woman will one day die by her own law