Razón De Sobra - Marco Antonio Solis

Me han llevado y me han traído,

Tantas bocas arrastrando, por los suelos,

Que quede mirando al cielo,

Como loco, reclamando la razón,

Que he perdido la vergüenza.

Que te olvide, me aconsejan mis amigos,

No los culpo pues ni yo sabía cuanto,

Me cabía en el corazón,

Y quien puede tener juicio,

Me pregunto ante los ojos, de quien se ama,

Quien se atreve a renunciar,

A lo que ya decide, el corazón.

Y esta vez no me hace más tu indiferencia,

Ni lo cruel de tus desprecios,

Lo que vale tiene un precio,

Y dispuesto he de pagar, si es por ti.

Con echarme de tu vida estas pensando,

Que culminas con tu obra,

Mas el alma de este necio que hoy te estorba,

Solo sabe hablar tu idioma,

Y no traiciona a quien le da, para vivir,

Razón de sobra…

Y esta vez no me hace más tu indiferencia,

Ni lo cruel de tus desprecios,

Lo que vale tiene un precio

Y yo dispuesto he de pagar, si es por ti.

Con echarme de tu vida estas pensando,

Que culminas con tu obra,

Mas el alma de este necio que hoy te estorba,

Solo sabe hablar tu idioma,

Y no traiciona a quien le da, para vivir,

Razón de sobra.

They have taken me and they have brought me,

So many mouths dragging, on the ground,

Let him look at the sky,

Like crazy, claiming reason,

That I have lost my shame.

Forget you, my friends advise me,

I don't blame them because I didn't even know how much,

I fit in my heart,

And who can have judgment,

I wonder before the eyes, whose love is,

Who dares to give up,

To which he already decides, the heart.

And this time your indifference doesn't make me any more,

Nor the cruelty of your contempt,

What is worth has a price,

And willing I have to pay, if it's for you.

With throwing me out of your life you are thinking,

That you culminate with your work,

But the soul of this fool who hinders you today,

He only knows how to speak your language,

And he does not betray the one who gives him, to live,

Plenty of reason...

And this time your indifference doesn't make me any more,

Nor the cruelty of your contempt,

What is worth has a price

And I am willing to pay, if it is for you.

With throwing me out of your life you are thinking,

That you culminate with your work,

But the soul of this fool who hinders you today,

He only knows how to speak your language,

And he does not betray the one who gives him, to live,

Plenty of reason.