I know you do not like me
but I am happy
no more with your contempt,
that in my thought be
I do not care or good
but I'm happy.
That's why I serenaded you,
that's why I sent you a bouquet of flowers,
To be scolded at home,
and forbid you until you name me,
I sent you a piece of paper with pleasure,
and I painted my arrow heart ',
that there is a man who is in love ',
answer my recao ',
even with insults.
I have not seen in summer,
the one of the Alba that whips.
I have not seen in summer,
the one of the Alba that whips.
But if they gave me love,
But if they gave me love,
after a thousand reproaches. (Bis)
The other afternoon I found you
and the eye I punched you
I could not help it,
by God I can not believe,
that you hate me if I know,
that there is something in your eyes.
I know well that you cut your hair,
because I wanted to see you 'long,
I also know that you keep laughing,
after I've complimented you,
I know that you sing vallenato,
Even though you say that you do not like him,
I also know that you dance it well,
and you said also
which is coastal and which is rare.
The people of my town,
they ask and they say (bis)
That in the end your owner is me,
that in the end your owner is me,
what happens is that you pretend (bis)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)