Una Mala Racha - Calibre 50

Que pesado tu sarcasmo

Que comience la batalla

No me gusta discutir

Y por eso decidí mejor

Tirar la toalla

Voy tratando de entenderte

Lo que nadie entendería

Si no me hablas no te hablo

Válgame que tontería, esa filosofía

Me acusas de algo que inventó tu mente

Sin tener alguna prueba convincente

Y pa' el amor no es sano y explicarte ya está en vano

Si al final nunca te gano

Y aquí sigo firme una mala racha

Van a estar de acuerdo que a todos nos pasa

Te sigo queriendo y pa' que lo vayas sabiendo

No voy a salir corriendo

Límpiate el rimel que no pasa nada

Pa' tu buena suerte un beso que me des

Y estás perdonada

Me acusas de algo que inventó tu mente

Sin tener alguna prueba convincente

Y pa' el amor no es sano y explicarte ya está en vano

Si al final nunca te gano

Y aquí sigo firme una mala racha

Van a estar de acuerdo que a todos nos pasa

Te sigo queriendo y pa' que lo vayas sabiendo

No voy a salir corriendo

Límpiate el rimel que no pasa nada

Pa' tu buena suerte un beso que me des

Y estás perdonada

How heavy your sarcasm

let the battle begin

I do not like to argue

And that's why I decided better

Give up

I'm trying to understand you

What no one would understand

If you don't talk to me I won't talk to you

Oh my goodness, that nonsense, that philosophy

You accuse me of something that your mind invented

without any convincing evidence

And for love is not healthy and explaining to you is already in vain

If in the end I never win you

And here I continue to have a bad streak

They will agree that it happens to all of us

I still love you and for you to know

I'm not going to run away

Wipe off your mascara, nothing's wrong

For your good luck a kiss that you give me

and you are forgiven

You accuse me of something that your mind invented

without any convincing evidence

And for love is not healthy and explaining to you is already in vain

If in the end I never win you

And here I continue to have a bad streak

They will agree that it happens to all of us

I still love you and for you to know

I'm not going to run away

Wipe off your mascara, nothing's wrong

For your good luck a kiss that you give me

and you are forgiven