Romeo Santos and Prince Royce turn heartbreak into a carnival game in “Dardos”. Picture the singer’s dignity as a dartboard: every missed call, every memory, is another sharp dart landing right on target. He swears he was over her and had even quit drinking, yet the moment her name flashes on his phone the old addiction flares back up. Astrological excuses fly—he is a sensitive Cancer, she a fiery Leo, Venus has them both in a cosmic head-lock—and he finds himself drawn to her flame, even though it keeps burning him.
That push-and-pull is the core of the song. He begs for just a “CC” of affection, a tiny “chin-chín” of love, while warning her not to overdo it because her kisses are “caramelos envenenados” (poisoned candy). Friends mock him as a lovesick, tipsy bachata crooner, and he’s well aware the next dart could finish him off. The result is a playful yet painfully honest confession of a man caught between craving and survival, dancing on the fine line where desire meets self-destruction.