Mil Heridas
Banda Cuisillos
Thousand Wounds
You made me wounds, strong wounds
Wounds in the soul that ended the desire to continue giving you love
Who paid you?
Who ordered you?
For how many fucking pesos have you paid him?
Inflicted a thousand wounds on my heart
But it's my fault for my irony
Because a friend said he would bet his life that you would cheat on me
I didn't believe it bothered me and I even lost a friend for having defended you
Oh oh oh I was wrong
I didn't drink, but tequila told me I could erase your kisses with gulps while I was in a bar
And I still have wounds, your wounds
Because every song brings back memories
And I swear I'm not lying, I'm not lying, I'm not lying
I haven't forgotten you yet
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds
I've drunk a thousand bottles
For your damned memory in a thousand bars
A thousand bars
A thousand bars where I wanted to forget you
And I don't forget you
I don't forget you
I haven't forgotten you yet
A thousand wounds
A thousand wounds
You have stuck a thousand thorns in me
And they bled because of you, what an irony
Who would say that after having loved you
And if I had given you everything, everything, everything, you would hurt me so much
Because of you
A thousand wounds
But it's my fault for my irony
Because a friend said he would bet his life that you would cheat on me
I didn't believe it bothered me and I even lost a friend for having defended you
Oh oh oh I was wrong
I didn't drink, but tequila told me I could erase your kisses with gulps while I was in a bar
And I still have wounds, wounds of yours
Because every song brings back memories
And I swear I'm not lying, I'm not lying, I'm not lying
I haven't forgotten you yet
A thousand wounds
A thousand wounds
I've drunk a thousand bottles
For your damned memory in a thousand bars
A thousand bars, a thousand bars where I wanted to forget you
And I don't forget you, I don't forget you, I don't forget you yet
A thousand wounds, a thousand wounds, a thousand thorns you have stuck in me
And they bled because of you, what an irony
Who would say that after having loved you
And if I had given you everything, everything, everything, you would hurt me so much
Because of you
A thousand wounds
