Anuel Aa Espina Lyrics English Translation
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I know you're not coming back
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
May you never be reborn again
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
A flower with thorns, bad woman
The damage is irreparable
You in the arms of a stranger
And me with someone else, baby
And in one night, I forgot about you
Yesterday's newspaper is not read
You never revive what dies one day
And the clouds cry when it rains
You drink your tears
And betrayals are never forgotten
And you'll miss me but live your life
Little devil, all flowers wither
And the dead don't come back to life
I know you're not coming back
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
May you never be reborn again
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
A flower with thorns, bad woman
We're in crisis, the apocalypse has come
We're at war like those from ISIS
I won't stumble upon the same stone again
And what is forgotten, is not remembered
Poor devil, now she's alone
And I'm with another little baby
I get lost in her voice when she screams at me
May God forgive you, I'll make you an appointment
Poor devil, now she's alone
And I'm with another little baby
I get lost in her voice when she screams at me
May God forgive you, I'll make you an appointment
I know you're not coming back
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
May you never be reborn again
Poor devil, you were unfaithful to me
And I don't need your skin anymore
A flower with thorns, bad woman
A flower with thorns, bad woman
Real Until Death, baby
The love of us is dead baby, and the dead do not rise
Real Hasta La Muerte, did you hear baby?
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