Me Toca A Mí - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga

Llevo años de dolor de mendigarte

Siempre una caricia

De meter mis besitos a fuerzas

Soportando tus mentiras y engaños

Pero todo se acabó se murió

Ya me cansé de rogarte a diario

De soportar que te rías en mi cara

Cuando digo te amo

Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo

Decirte que tu amor fué poca cosa

Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron

A darme cuenta que tú no servías

Me toca a mí tirar tus besos

Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura

Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero

No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura

Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo

Decirte que tu amor fue poca cosa

Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron

A darme cuenta que tu no servías

Me toca a mí tirar tus besos

Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura

Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero

No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura

Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo

Decirte que tu amor fue poca cosa

Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron

A darme cuenta que tu no servías

Me toca a mí tirar tus besos

Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura

Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero

No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura

Me toca a mí decirte que te quiero

Lejos de mí

I've been begging you for years of pain

always a caress

To put my little kisses by force

Enduring your lies and deceit

But it's all over, he died

I'm tired of begging you every day

Of enduring that you laugh in my face

when i say i love you

It's my turn to send you to hell

Tell you that your love was little

Say your lies taught me

To realize that you were not useful

It's my turn to throw your kisses

Throw your whole world away

It's my turn to tell you that I don't want

I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting

It's my turn to send you to hell

Tell you that your love was little

Say your lies taught me

To realize that you were not useful

It's my turn to throw your kisses

Throw your whole world away

It's my turn to tell you that I don't want

I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting

It's my turn to send you to hell

Tell you that your love was little

Say your lies taught me

To realize that you were not useful

It's my turn to throw your kisses

Throw your whole world away

It's my turn to tell you that I don't want

I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting

It's my turn to tell you that I love you

Far from me