Moda Dolorida [English translation]

You know yesterday when

Your ear burned

So, it was me

Talking about you

About how many time you swore

That you loved only me, that you loved only me

Lie

I am just a fool

That entered to your collection

One more finger on the hand

To help to count

Your disappointment cases

I turned into the chorus of the sore fashion

Look what you did to my life

I turned into the chorus of the sore fashion

I became known on the plaza

As the woman that you played

Now it's over