Description
Like salsa with a hint of revenge: the rhythm kicks the debts of the past, and the words come in perfectly in time - “you pay for suffering.” Here, jealousy turns into a choral prophecy, where every “you will cry” sounds like a candy with a crunchy filling - first painful, then sweet and uncomfortably pleasant. The whole story is not so much a cry as a neatly laid out warning: don't hurt others, or the echo of your own gestures will come back to you.
The finale is surprisingly light: liberation is packaged in a sarcastic festive gesture, as if it has been decided to remove the shackles and drag the past away on a Christmas wheelbarrow. A mixture of self-respect and slight sarcasm turns suffering into a lesson and a dance - here, they no longer seek excuses, but arrange a small parade of new life.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera.
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera.
Si te busco por aquí, me sales por allá.
Lo único que yo quiero, no me hagas sufrir más, tú verás.
Oye, oye bien. Por tu mal comportamiento te vas a arrepentir.
Bien caro tendrás que pagar todo mi sufrimiento.
Llorarás y llorarás sin alguien que te consuele.
Así te darás de cuenta que si te engañan, duele. Ta-ra-rá-ra-rá.
Sufrirás como yo.
Oye, mira, y después vendrás a mí pidiéndome perdón, pero ya mi corazón no se acuerda más de ti.
Llorarás y llorarás sin alguien que te consuele.
Así te darás de cuenta que si te engañan, duele.
Te lo juro que sí.
Vamonos, nena.
Vete pa' allá.
Ahora el que ríe soy yo.
Llorarás, -llorarás, llorarás. -Llorarás.
-Cómo lo sufrí yo. -Llorarás.
-Oye, tú llorarás. -Llorarás.
-Nadie te comprenderá. -Llorarás.
-Todo lo malo que hiciste. -Llorarás.
-Oye, mira, lo pagarás. -Llorarás.
-Llorarás, llorarás. -Llorarás.
-Llorarás, llorarás. -Llorarás.
-Tú me hiciste sufrir. -Llorarás.
-Ahora el que ríe soy yo. -Llorarás.
-Que no, que no, que sí, que sí. -Llorarás.
-Ahora yo voy a vivir. -Llorarás.
-Mi vida como yo quiero. -Llorarás.
-Vete pa' la calle, me voy. -Llorarás.
En esta Navidad. Mamá, llévatela.
English translation
I know that you don't want me to love you.
You always avoid me in some way.
If I look for you here, you come out there.
The only thing I want, don't make me suffer anymore, you'll see.
Hey, listen well. You will regret your bad behavior.
You will have to pay dearly for all my suffering.
You will cry and cry without someone to comfort you.
This way you will realize that if they cheat on you, it hurts. Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra.
You will suffer like me.
Hey, look, and then you will come to me asking for forgiveness, but my heart no longer remembers you.
You will cry and cry without someone to comfort you.
This way you will realize that if they cheat on you, it hurts.
I swear it is.
Let's go, baby.
Go over there.
Now the one who laughs is me.
You will cry, -you will cry, you will cry. -You will cry.
-How I suffered. -You will cry.
-Hey, you will cry. -You will cry.
-No one will understand you. -You will cry.
-Everything bad you did. -You will cry.
-Hey, look, you'll pay for it. -You will cry.
-You will cry, you will cry. -You will cry.
-You will cry, you will cry. -You will cry.
-You made me suffer. -You will cry.
-Now the one who laughs is me. -You will cry.
-No, no, yes, yes. -You will cry.
-Now I'm going to live. -You will cry.
-My life the way I want. -You will cry.
-Go out into the street, I'm leaving. -You will cry.
This Christmas. Mom, take her.