Altamente Probable - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga

¿Para qué mal impusiste a mi boca?

¿Para qué la besabas de esa forma?

Si al final te ibas a ir

Si al final te ibas a ir

¿Para qué mal impusiste a mi cuerpo?

Con caricias lo llevabas hasta el cielo

Y hoy me dices que te vas

Y hoy me dices que te vas

Las botellas de alcohol

Son un peligro

Y si las tengo cerca de puro despecho

Las puedo vaciar

Y como ya me conozco

En un arranque bien loco

Voy a correr a irte a buscar

Las fotos de ti

Son un martirio

La nostalgia te juró conmigo en las noches

No tiene piedad

For what evil did you impose on my mouth?

Why did you kiss her like that?

If in the end you were going to leave

If in the end you were going to leave

For what evil did you impose on my body?

With caresses you took him to heaven

And today you tell me that you're leaving

And today you tell me that you're leaving

the alcohol bottles

They are a danger

And if I have them close out of pure spite

I can empty them

And since I already know myself

In a very crazy start

I'm going to run to look for you

the photos of you

They are a martyrdom

Nostalgia swore to you with me at night

no mercy