Que Te Haga Buen Provecho - José Alfredo Jiménez

No es que quiera desearte la desdicha

Ni tampoco una gran felicidad

Porque poco me importa ya tu vida

Pero quiero que pagues tu maldad

Sin tu cariño me quedé

Y estoy rete contento

Y aunque en un tiempo te adoré

Ahora nada siento

Sólo me duele la traición

Tan cruel que me jugaste

Será una deuda de dolor

Que tengo que cobrarte

Si te encontraste otro querer

Que te haga buen provecho

Nomás acuérdate mujer

De todo lo que has hecho

Tú has de saber que en el amor

La ley es respetada

Y lo que se hace a un corazón

El corazón lo paga

No es que quiera desearte la desdicha

Ni tampoco una gran felicidad

Porque poco me importa ya tu vida

Pero quiero que pagues tu maldad

Es mi costumbre en el vivir

De todos ser amigo

Mas el que amargue mi existir

Que cuente un enemigo

La que me hiera el corazón

Ha de ser a la buena

Y la que lo haga con traición

Ha de pagar mi pena

Si crees que ya te perdoné

Estás equivocada

Porque en las cosas del querer

No se perdona nada

El que nunca ha sentido amor

Que diga que es muy pobre

Y el que perdone a una mujer

Que diga que no es hombre

No es que quiera desearte la desdicha

Ni tampoco una gran felicidad

Porque poco me importa ya tu vida

Pero quiero que pagues tu maldad

It's not that I want to wish you unhappiness

Nor a great happiness

Because I don't care about your life anymore

But I want you to pay for your wickedness

Without your love I stayed

And I'm very happy

And although at one time I adored you

Now I feel nothing

Only the betrayal hurts me

So cruel that you played me

It will be a debt of pain

What do I have to charge you?

If you found yourself another love

may it do you good

Just remember woman

of everything you've done

You have to know that in love

The law is respected

And what is done to a heart

The heart pays

It's not that I want to wish you unhappiness

Nor a great happiness

Because I don't care about your life anymore

But I want you to pay for your wickedness

It is my habit in life

be friends with everyone

But the one that embitters my existence

tell an enemy

The one that hurts my heart

It has to be good

And the one who does it with treason

You have to pay my penalty

If you think I already forgave you

You're wrong

Because in the things of love

nothing is forgiven

The one who has never felt love

Let him say that he is very poor

And he who forgives a woman

Let him say that he is not a man

It's not that I want to wish you unhappiness

Nor a great happiness

Because I don't care about your life anymore

But I want you to pay for your wickedness