MySpace - Don Omar

Yo te sigo buscando

(¡'W' y Yandel!) Eh-eh

(Subelo, que estás escuchando

Los Bandoleros Reloaded) Eh-eh

(¡Aja!)

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

No deja ni un mensaje de texto

No sé de ella

Ya no responde ni al teléfono

No sé de ella

Será que se busco a otro (Ajá, ¿Como?)

No sé de ella

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

No deja ni un mensaje de texto

No sé de ella

Ya no responde ni al teléfono

No sé de ella

Será que se busco a otro

No sé de ella

(¡Oye la historia!)

Me enamoré de una mujer completamente imaginaria

Que con par de letras en mi corazón penetraba

Y sin explicación (sin explicación) desapareció (desapareció)

(Yo no la encuentro)

Jugando con mi corazón (Eh-eh)

Ella se cambió hasta el nombre

No me deja ni un mensaje

Baby, hit me back, responde (Oh)

Jugando con mi corazón (Eh-eh)

Ella se cambió hasta el nombre

No me deja ni un mensaje

Baby, hit me back, responde

(¡Eh!)

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

No deja ni un mensaje de texto (Aja)

No sé de ella

Ya no responde ni al teléfono

No sé de ella

Será que se busco a otro (Aja, ¿Como?)

No sé de ella

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

No deja ni un mensaje de texto

No sé de ella (No sé de ella)

Ya no responde ni al teléfono (Aja)

No sé de ella

Será que se busco a otro (Ey)

No sé de ella (Oye, bebé)

Dale enciende la computadora y se la autora

De la pasión del deseo por varias horas

Tentadora de cora', Wisin de noche llora

El no verte el alma me perfora

Y yo te sigo buscando y tú no apareces

Mi amor crece y crece

Pero a veces sufre el que menos se lo merece

Yo sigo aquí llorando por meses (¡Vuelve!)

Pa' que el sufrimiento cese

Sólo me queda una foto

Yo día a día me agoto

Lento troto, con el corazón roto

De mi vida tienes el control remoto

(¡Y yo por ti borracho y loco!)

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Que estoy enfermo de amor

Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

No deja ni un mensaje de texto

No sé de ella

Ya no responde ni al teléfono

No sé de ella

Será que se busco a otro

No sé de ella

Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace

No sé de ella

El Rey, Don Omar

Nuevamente haciendo historia

Marcando la historia

Básico, Wisin y Yandel!, el dúo de la historia

El Rey, sencillo

Acostúmbrate a vivir detrás de las sombras

(El Arma Secreta)

De objetivos tan imponentes como nosotros

(Nelly)

Eliel

Los Reyes

'W', 'W' y Yandel

'W' y Yandel

El Rey, 'W' y Yandel (Eh-eh)

Jamás pienses hacerlo (Eh-eh)

(Eh-eh)

Niños, les recomendamos

Que lo escuchado no lo practiquen en sus hogares

No les va a salir

I keep looking for you

('W' and Yandel!) Eh-eh

(Turn it up, what are you listening to

Los Bandoleros Reloaded) Eh-eh

(AHA!)

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

Doesn't even leave a text message

I do not know about her

He doesn't even answer the phone anymore

I do not know about her

Could it be that he was looking for another (Aha, how?)

I do not know about her

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

Doesn't even leave a text message

I do not know about her

He doesn't even answer the phone anymore

I do not know about her

Could it be that he was looking for another

I do not know about her

(Hey the story!)

I fell in love with a completely imaginary woman

That with a couple of letters in my heart penetrated

And with no explanation (no explanation) she disappeared (disappeared)

(I can't find it)

Playing with my heart (Eh-eh)

She even changed her name

He doesn't leave me a message

Baby, hit me back, answer (Oh)

Playing with my heart (Eh-eh)

She even changed her name

He doesn't leave me a message

Baby, hit me back, answer

(Hey!)

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

Doesn't even leave a text message (Aha)

I do not know about her

He doesn't even answer the phone anymore

I do not know about her

Could it be that he was looking for another (Aja, how?)

I do not know about her

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

Doesn't even leave a text message

I don't know about her (I don't know about her)

He doesn't even answer the phone anymore (Aja)

I do not know about her

Could it be that he was looking for another (Hey)

I don't know about her (Hey, baby)

Dale turns on the computer and be the author

Of the passion of desire for several hours

Cora's temptress, Wisin cries at night

Not seeing you perforates my soul

And I keep looking for you and you don't appear

My love grows and grows

But sometimes the one who least deserves it suffers

I'm still here crying for months (Come back!)

So that the suffering ceases

I only have one picture left

I get exhausted day by day

Slow jog, heartbroken

Of my life you have the remote control

(And I for you drunk and crazy!)

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

that I am sick of love

Sick of love, sick of love

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

Doesn't even leave a text message

I do not know about her

He doesn't even answer the phone anymore

I do not know about her

Could it be that he was looking for another

I do not know about her

I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace

I do not know about her

The King, Don Omar

making history again

Marking history

Basic, Wisin and Yandel!, the duo of history

The King, simple

Get used to living behind the shadows

(Secret weapon)

Of goals as imposing as us

(Nelly)

Eliel

The Kings

'W', 'W' and Yandel

'W' and Yandel

The King, 'W' and Yandel (Eh-eh)

Never think of doing it (Eh-eh)

(Eh eh)

Children, we recommend

That they do not practice what they have heard in their homes

It's not going to come out