She hurt the two of us
And I don't see her feel guilty
Well the sequel to his deception
It makes her feel superior
Until we were enemies
In discord for her love
We fell ugly in her claws
We don't know who was the bigger idiot between you and me
The last fools, a song
Where I sent her to hell and died
I hope she suffers like that in raw flesh
For all her crimes
The last that we saw was her inside
Inside is malignant, black is the heart
She has the skills to tie you up
Dressed as an angel
I propose a truce, I don't want to be your rival
For that damn woman who has paid us badly
It's late but you have to know that it's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Today we prepare an orgy of bachatas and liquor
These kings don't want pain from a supposed queen
We share the penalties, misfortune and condemnation
Of being the finalists that the brunette deceived
Kneeling intoxicated with a rose in the hands
I ask God to punish her
That he doesn't take pity on her, on her
Hopefully the devil will take her and we will enjoy it
Because she played with you and with me
It is good misfortune
Let the hell burn
We are going to celebrate