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Description
Composer, Writer, Producer: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Composer, Writer, Producer: Jorge Jimenez Sanchez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mija, yo no dejo de amarte. Hasta quiero mirarte en martes.
Cuando prendo las velas llegan los recuerdos en mi habitación.
Dime qué hiciste pa soñarte. Yo creo que me hiciste un amarre.
Si no contestas mensajes en corto me pongo muy saloquerón.
Y otra noche tomando y otra vez que me bloqueas.
No sé ni qué vergas te -hago pa que me trates de esa manera.
-Por ti sigo de loco gastando un chingo de feria.
En mi cama tu aroma, le doy fondo a la pinche -botella.
-Ahora cómo vergas le hago, si yo a diario te extraño. Si te sigo pensando llegan más recuerdos en mi habitación.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Ay, ay, ay. En mi habitación.
Y en mi habitación, chiquita.
Eh, yo.
Compa Yash.
Saludos a su compa Gabito, viejo.
Ahí nomás, mija.
Otra noche tomando y otra vez que me bloqueas.
No sé ni qué vergas te -hago pa que me trates de esa manera.
-Por ti sigo de loco gastando un chingo de feria.
Y en mi cama tu aroma, le doy fondo a la pinche -botella.
-Ahora cómo vergas le hago, si yo a diario te extraño.
Si te sigo pensando llegan más recuerdos en mi habitación.
-Ahora cómo vergas le hago. -En mi habitación.
Cómo vergas le hago, chiquitita.
English translation
Mija, I don't stop loving you. I even want to look at you on Tuesday.
When I light the candles, the memories come into my room.
Tell me what you did to dream yourself. I think you tied me up.
If you don't answer short messages, I get very crazy.
And another night drinking and another time you block me.
I don't even know what the hell I'm doing to make you treat me that way.
-Because of you, I'm still crazy, spending a lot of money at the fair.
In my bed your aroma, I bottom out the fucking bottle.
-Now what the hell can I do, if I miss you every day. If I keep thinking about you, more memories arrive in my room.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh. In my room.
And in my room, little one.
Hey, me.
Compa Yash.
Greetings to your friend Gabito, old man.
Just there, baby.
Another night drinking and another time you block me.
I don't even know what the hell I'm doing to make you treat me that way.
-Because of you, I'm still crazy, spending a lot of money at the fair.
And in my bed your aroma, I give bottom to the fucking bottle.
-Now what the hell can I do, if I miss you every day.
If I keep thinking about you, more memories arrive in my room.
-Now what the hell do I do to him. -In my room.
How the hell I do to you, little one.