Mátalas - Alejandro Fernandez

Amigo que te pasa estas llorando

Seguro es por destenes de mujeres

No hay golpe mas mortal para los hombres

Que el llanto y el desprecio de esos seres

Amigo voy a darte un buen consejo

Si quieres disfrutar se sus placeres

Consigue una pistola si es que quieres

O comprate una daga si prefieres

Y vuelvete asesino de mujeres

Mátalas

Con una sobredosis de ternura

Asfixialas con besos y dulzuras

Contagialas de todas tus locuras

Mátalas

Con flores con canciones no les falles

Que no hay una mujer en este mundo

Que pueda resistirse a los detalles

Despiertalas con una serenata

Sin ser un día especial llevale flores

No importa si es la peor de las ingratas

Que tu no eres un santo sin errores

Amigo voy a darte un buen consejo

Si quieres disfrutar de sus placeres

Consiguete una pistola si es que quieres

O comprate una daga si prefieres

Y vuelvete asesino de mujeres

Mátalas

Con una sobredosis de ternura

Asfixialas con besos y dulzuras

Contagialas de todas tus locuras

Mátalas

Con flores con canciones no les falles

Que no hay una mujer en este mundo

Que pueda resistirse a los detalles

Friend, what's wrong with you, are you crying?

Sure it's because of women's vestments

There is no more deadly blow for men

That the crying and contempt of those beings

Friend I'm going to give you some good advice

If you want to enjoy be its pleasures

Get a gun if you want

Or buy yourself a dagger if you prefer

And become a murderer of women

kill them

With an overdose of tenderness

Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness

infect them with all your madness

kill them

With flowers with songs do not fail them

That there isn't a woman in this world

That she can resist the details

Wake them up with a serenade

Without being a special day, bring her flowers

It doesn't matter if she is the worst of the ungrateful

That you are not a saint without mistakes

Friend I'm going to give you some good advice

If you want to enjoy its pleasures

Get yourself a gun if you want

Or buy yourself a dagger if you prefer

And become a murderer of women

kill them

With an overdose of tenderness

Suffocate them with kisses and sweetness

infect them with all your madness

kill them

With flowers with songs do not fail them

That there isn't a woman in this world

That she can resist the details