Even though it hurts me more than it hurts you
I already have packed my suitcase.
Because my way of living
It's not worthy of a princess
Even though it hurts me more I know that you
Canija, I don't deserve you
That I can only give you
Bad times and torments
And what am I going to do to her
If the poison of music, I carry on my skin
And what am I going to do?
If anything else in life, I don't know how to do it anymore
I swear to you that I adore you but
Look for a man who loves you
Who keeps your refrigerator full
Look, don't you see that I am a musician
And that he doesn't have a chuquera
And When I have it I spend it
On a new guitar
Look for a man who loves you
Let your refrigerator be full
Look, don't you see that I'm flamenco< br/>That the street was my school
And my heart is dying of love
For the full moon
Although it hurts me more than it hurts you
I have in my hand the tickets
I have to get on the bus
I have already been whistled a couple of times
If you want to accompany me
But don't ask me where
I always drift
Where the chords take me
And what am I going to do?
If the poison of music, I carry on my skin
And what am I going to do?
If there is anything else in life, I don't know how to do it anymore
I swear to you that I adore you but
Look for a man who loves you
May your refrigerator be full
Miramé, don't you see that I am a musician
And that I don't have a chuquera
And when I have one I spend it
On a new guitar
br/>Look for a man who loves you
Let your refrigerator be full
Look, don't you see that I am flamenco
That the street was my school
And my heart is dying of love
For the full moon

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