Esta dejá traducción al Inglés

Tell him he doesn't deserve you
Even if he say "i miss you"
That's done a couple of times
Fill you with tears' the cloth
But now it's to alcohol
The rumba instead of pain
That it's not for anyone and

I found out that you are leaving
That's now set for you
Don't fuck around anymore
And i'm going there
That you are not in feelingk
In the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink and when he calls you say "i'm sorry"

I found out that you are leaving
That's now set for you
Don't fuck around anymore
That you lay down to sleep
That you are not in feelingk
In the car at two hundred
Smoke, baby, wet me to the seat

Baby if he calls you, don't take it
Tell him that he changed you for a lazy one
Thatnow you have all what you want
And to the bartender another shot of Tito an i'm not talking about Roja'

Tell him, to rest in peace
Dead stick flow, romace died
That i do it to you until you get tired
And until the very day that used to be given

That the night' now are of sex and wine
I'm going to make a couple of nephews for your sister
Played but lost like in the casino
Taht you called me and i'm on my way

Wait for me in your room in your underwear
To eat youas if that were a dining room
I made you believe even in the Lord
He did it well for you, but i did it better for you

And now that you are more dry, he began to look for you
Tell him it broke like a glass
And every time it touches you it can be cut, without asking

I found out that you are leaving
That's now set for you
Don't fuck around anymore
And i'm going there
That you are not in feelingk
In the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink and when he calls you say: "i'm sorry"

I found out that you are leaving
That's now set for you
Don't fuck around anymore
That you lay down to sleep
That you are not in feelingk
In the car at two hundred
Smoke, baby, wet me to the seat

And tell him that yesterday's newspaper
A message was sent and you are not going to read
You are no longer a girl, ma' you are a woman
You are no longer there for that, don't come to fuck

You dress as you want and you feel like it
You have evil baby, you are not so healthy anymore
And if this were a novel, you are the cillain
And if you were Eva, i would eat the apple

The private network, doesn't ask for so much
Only that in bed we do not sing
You know that i'm your evil and your saint, without talking so much

I found out that you are leaving
That's now set for you
Don't fuck around anymore
That you lay down to sleep
That you are not in feeling
In the car at two hundred
Smoke, baby, wet me to the seat