I don't want you, I don't want you here
enjoy it, maybe tomorrow you won't be here anymore.
Who knows where, who knows
where you went to become that way?
I can't explain to myself how you got there
if that wasn't your place.
You promised them a lie in passing
that they believed without protesting
I don't listen to you even though now you want me to take pity in you
and you start crying
I don't want you, I don't want you here
enjoy it, maybe tomorrow you won't be here anymore.
You'd like to own my guitar
I'm not interested in owning your armchair
because you're lonely.
For some pesos you want to start a war
and you don't care against whom.
If that's your house leave, but don't come back
please don't come back.