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Description
Producer: Nap
Producer: Ciey
Producer: Rabba
Producer: Charly
Recording Engineer: JJ Rojas Alfaro
Recording Engineer: Cesar Valenzo
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Luis Barrera
Co Producer: Carlos Gutiérrez López
Lyrics and translation
Original
Discúlpame, eh, prefiero despedirme antes que odiarte.
Se te hizo tarde, ya lo sé, eh.
Te extrañaré por las mañanas, prefiero culpa que ganas.
Fumo un poquito, aunque me haga daño.
Tengo tu maña, con pasan los años, bebé, y eso no lo es.
Ya me voy, antes que se dañe el corazón.
No es que me curé, aún hay dolor. Pa' esta herida no eres el doctor.
El tiempo se acabó y acepta que me voy.
Aunque parezca que estoy normal, a las heridas le pusimos sal.
Este amor se nos subió de precio, ya no podemos pagar y esto no es nada personal.
Fumo un poquito, aunque me haga daño.
Tengo tu maña, con pasan los años, bebé, y eso no lo es.
Ya me voy, antes que se dañe el corazón.
No es que me curé, aún hay dolor.
Pa' esta herida no eres el doctor. El tiempo se acabó y acepta que me voy.
Aunque parezca que estoy normal, a las heridas le pusimos sal.
Este amor se nos subió de precio, ya no podemos pagar y esto no es nada personal.
English translation
Excuse me, hey, I'd rather say goodbye than hate you.
You were late, I know, huh.
I will miss you in the mornings, I prefer guilt than gain.
I smoke a little, even if it hurts me.
I have your knack, as the years go by, baby, and that's not it.
I'm leaving, before my heart gets damaged.
It's not that I'm cured, there's still pain. For this wound you are not the doctor.
Time is up and he accepts that I am leaving.
Although it seems that I am normal, we added salt to the wounds.
This love has gone up in price, we can no longer pay and this is nothing personal.
I smoke a little, even if it hurts me.
I have your knack, as the years go by, baby, and that's not it.
I'm leaving, before my heart gets damaged.
It's not that I'm cured, there's still pain.
For this wound you are not the doctor. Time is up and he accepts that I am leaving.
Although it seems that I am normal, we added salt to the wounds.
This love has gone up in price, we can no longer pay and this is nothing personal.