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Description
Producer: Indigo Jams
Composer: John Pollon
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bandida eres. Poco a poco me detienes. No sé qué es lo que tienes.
Ninguna puede. Y es que como se mueve.
Me pone malito, baby. Tendré que ir al doctor, ir al doctor.
Porque mi corazoncito, baby, se está muriendo de amor.
Dime qué me está pasando.
Dime lo que estoy sintiendo.
Dime por qué me estás matando.
Dime por qué me estoy muriendo.
Dime pa' qué te vas volando.
Dime por qué me estás mintiendo. Dime pa' qué me estás matando.
Dime pa' qué me estoy muriendo.
Dime qué me está pasando.
Dime por qué me estás matando.
Flipe, te me quedé mirando. Triste, porque te vas volando.
Bandida eres. Poco a poco me detienes. No sé qué es lo que tienes. Ninguna puede.
Y es que como lo mueves, me tienes. Me pones malito, baby.
Tendré que ir al doctor, ir al doctor. Porque mi corazoncito, baby, se está muriendo de amor.
Tú eres lo que necesito, baby. No hay una droga mejor.
Porque mi corazoncito, baby, se está muriendo de amor.
Dime qué me está pasando.
Dime lo que estoy sintiendo.
Dime por qué me estás matando. Dime por qué me estoy muriendo.
Dime pa' qué te vas volando.
Dime por qué me estás mintiendo.
Dime pa' qué me estás matando.
Dime pa' qué me estoy muriendo.
Me pones malito, baby. Tendré que ir al doctor.
Porque mi corazoncito, baby, se está muriendo de amor.
Me pones malito, uh, uh. Tendré que ir al doctor, ir al doctor.
Porque mi corazoncito, uh, uh, se está muriendo de amor.
English translation
You are a bandit. Little by little you stop me. I don't know what you have.
None can. And that's how it moves.
It makes me sick, baby. I'll have to go to the doctor, go to the doctor.
Because my little heart, baby, is dying of love.
Tell me what's happening to me.
Tell me what I'm feeling.
Tell me why you're killing me.
Tell me why I'm dying.
Tell me why you're flying away.
Tell me why you're lying to me. Tell me why you're killing me.
Tell me why I'm dying.
Tell me what's happening to me.
Tell me why you're killing me.
Flipe, I was looking at you. Sad, because you're flying away.
You are a bandit. Little by little you stop me. I don't know what you have. None can.
And the way you move it, you have me. You make me sick, baby.
I'll have to go to the doctor, go to the doctor. Because my little heart, baby, is dying of love.
You are what I need, baby. There is no better drug.
Because my little heart, baby, is dying of love.
Tell me what's happening to me.
Tell me what I'm feeling.
Tell me why you're killing me. Tell me why I'm dying.
Tell me why you're flying away.
Tell me why you're lying to me.
Tell me why you're killing me.
Tell me why I'm dying.
You make me sick, baby. I'll have to go to the doctor.
Because my little heart, baby, is dying of love.
You make me sick, uh, uh. I'll have to go to the doctor, go to the doctor.
Because my little heart, uh, uh, is dying of love.