That I already considered cured with lemon, tequila and salt
Just a déjà-vu that never reaches its end
And I forget about your things, about your eyes
I don't want to fall again into that picture
Of craziness, total hypocrisy
Who can speak of love and defend it?
Who can speak of the pain and pay the bail?
If someone is going to speak about love
That's not going to be me
That's not going to be me
It wants to play with my mind to cheat me again
Just a déjà-vu that never reaches its end
And I forget about your things, about your eyes
I don't want to fall again into that picture
Of craziness, total hypocrisy
Who can speak of love and defend it?
Who can speak of the pain and pay the bail?
If someone is going to speak about love
That's not going to be me
Who can speak of love and defend it?
Who can speak of the pain and pay the bail?
If someone is going to speak about love
That's not going to be me
That's not going to be me