Entre Sobras Y Sobras Me Faltas - Antonio Orozco

Y sobraron los cuatro disparos

Que con tanto descaro nos dio el corazón

Y sobraron los veinte puñales

Y es que a veces la vida no atiende a razón

Y entre sobras y sobras me faltas

Y me faltan las sobras que tenía tu amor

Y sobraron las quinientas veces que dijimos que no

Y nos faltó una noche de franela

De pijama feo y calcetín por fuera

De sofá con ducha fría y traicionera

Con masaje, crema, una copita y velas

And the four shots were left over

That with so much impudence gave us the heart

And there were twenty daggers left over

And it is that sometimes life does not attend to reason

And between leftovers and leftovers I lack

And I lack the leftovers that your love had

And there were more than five hundred times that we said no

And we missed a night of flannel

In ugly pajamas and sock on the outside

Of sofa with cold and treacherous shower

With massage, cream, a glass and candles