Los Cazahuates - Joan Sebastian, José Manuel Figueroa

Me pedistes que no, no te hiciera sufrir

Por que tú pecho esta muy herido es decir

Me pedistes que no, no te hiciera llorar

Pero tú alma y mi alma traian

Un carma que habia que pagar

Y he pedido perdon

Por onesima vez

Y lo pido de veras

Con el alma alreves

Me prometo ya no, ya no hacerte llorar

Pero tú alma y mi alma siguen con el carma que habra que pagar

Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores

Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores

Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben

Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven

Te he pedido perdon

Por onesima vez

Y lo pido de veras

Con el alma alreves

Me prometo ya no, ya no hacerte llorar

Pero tú alma y mi alma siguen con el carma que habra que pagar

Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores

Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores

Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben

Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven

Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores

Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores

Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben

Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven

You asked me not to make you suffer

Because your chest is very hurt, that is

You asked me not to make you cry

But your soul and my soul brought

A carma that had to be paid

And I have asked for forgiveness

for the oneth time

And I really ask

With the soul upside down

I promise myself no longer, no longer make you cry

But your soul and my soul continue with the carma that will have to be paid

There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves

That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers

There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits

And to looks and kisses to kill they revive

I have asked for your forgiveness

for the oneth time

And I really ask

With the soul upside down

I promise myself no longer, no longer make you cry

But your soul and my soul continue with the carma that will have to be paid

There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves

That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers

There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits

And to looks and kisses to kill they revive

There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves

That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers

There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits

And to looks and kisses to kill they revive