Joan Sebastian ella esta casada

She, uuu she, they are married to a dreamer
Who from time to time invents another love
Who has the vices of flying in his dreams
Of her It is her routine to remain silent and wait
And he, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ±os, brown friends
The truth is that he has kisses, he loses his ugly face
And he votes for the diet, he curses his love
(He curses his love)
And he plans to give I pass to another sir
May he give him his time to be faithful to him
May he be any less like that one
Who would cut out a ring from the sun
That smells like poetry and sometimes alcohol
He uuu el
He sends her flowers on occasion
And she thinks it's cheating or a mistake
And he goes back to the children Oh, coffee friends
The truth is that she lost faith in him
And she goes back to the diet and she goes back to love
(she goes back to love)
And she thinks give way to another gentleman
Let his name be Pedro Roberto or Miguel
But not even a joke, no no no
But not even a joke, no no no
Not even involved in promises
Nor tied to the wings another like him, like him