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Description
Love is the only sport where no one warns you that the final can be without medals, but with bruises on your heart. At first, it all seems like a game - a little flirting, a little pride, a little hope for a rematch. And then you suddenly realise: you're tired of playing, and the scoreboard still doesn't show the winner. Here, the pain doesn't scream, but exhales a quiet "sorry" through clenched teeth. There's more truth in that word than in all the promises put together. True courage isn't holding on, but letting go, even with a slight smirk: let someone else try to withstand the same height and the same fall now. The sweet poison of resentment, a little karma, and a tango with your own dignity - it sounds beautiful, but it tastes perfectly bitter.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Perdóname
Pero yo ya me cansé de este jueguito
De tratar de ser tu favorito
De que lo que siento sea tan grande
Y me hagas sentir tan chiquito
Perdóname
Pero me tienes en la palma de tu mano
Yo siento tanto, pero siento en vano
Las heridas que dejaste
No las cura ningún cirujano
Pero sin pensarlo me quedé
Y lo intenté, y lo intenté, y lo intenté
Pero hay batallas que toca perder
Y solo me queda desearte, mujer
Que alguien te suba al cielo
Y luego juegue contigo
Pa que sientas lo que yo he sentido
Cuando él te dé lo que tú me das
Lo vas a entender
Que alguien te suba al cielo
Y te haga diez mil promesas
Y no te cumpla ni una de ellas
Por fin sentirás lo que alguna vez
Yo sentí contigo
Será tu divino castigo
Pero sin pensarlo me quedé
Y lo intenté, y lo intenté, y lo intenté
Pero hay batallas que toca perder
Solo me queda desearte, mujer
Que alguien te suba al cielo
Y luego juegue contigo
Pa que sientas lo que yo he sentido
Cuando él te dé lo que tú me das
Lo vas a entender
Que alguien te suba al cielo
Y te haga diez mil promesas
Y no te cumpla ni una de ellas
Por fin sentirás lo que alguna vez
Yo sentí contigo
Será tu dvino castigo
English translation
forgive me
But I'm already tired of this little game
Of trying to be your favorite
That what I feel is so great
And make me feel so small
forgive me
But you have me in the palm of your hand
I feel so much, but I feel in vain
The wounds that you left
No surgeon cures them
But without thinking I stayed
And I tried, and I tried, and I tried
But there are battles that must be lost
And I only have to wish you, woman
Someone take you to heaven
And then play with you
So that you feel what I have felt
When he gives you what you give me
you will understand
Someone take you to heaven
And I make you ten thousand promises
And not one of them will fulfill you
You will finally feel what you once
I felt with you
It will be your divine punishment
But without thinking I stayed
And I tried, and I tried, and I tried
But there are battles that must be lost
I only have to wish you, woman
Someone take you to heaven
And then play with you
So that you feel what I have felt
When he gives you what you give me
you will understand
Someone take you to heaven
And I make you ten thousand promises
And not one of them will fulfill you
You will finally feel what you once
I felt with you
It will be your divine punishment