Cumbia de Soltero

I've been doubting for a long time about wanting to find a partner
Or just keep living single
Some days it's great and others are hell
Especially it freaks me out thinking that winter’s coming

Every little thing has its interesting point
When you're single, you make decisions in an instant
You decide for yourself what's truly important
However, having a girlfriend changes your life
It might be a bit less colorful
But during the holidays, it’s quite lovely

I fall in love many days, even if I know it's just a fling, I fall in love
What can I do!

That this life is a fantasy, that the blood doesn’t freeze
That I have to convince myself
That no matter how much I want to think about staying single
The nights hurt, and so do the Januaries
I’m reformed; I’m not such a party guy

I ask myself many days if this long single life is cowardice
Or what it could be!

But then the next day, the nonsense fades away, I realize I'm fine this way
If you want to go out, you go, if you want to come in, you step out
You don’t need anyone’s backing and love comes in patches
The ideal would be to have a mix
Of an enthusiastic bachelor and a boyfriend who’s always down

Take a little stroll, walk the dog, get back home
Cuddle up peacefully, whisper sweet things, lots of sweet things
That are lovely
Hugging each other, loving each other, snuggling under a blanket, just chilling
Play some music, order a margarita pizza

I fall in love many days, even if I know it's just a fling, I fall in love
What can I do!

That this life is a fantasy, that the blood doesn’t freeze
That I have to convince myself
That no matter how much I want to think about staying single
The nights hurt, and so do the Januaries
I’m reformed; I’m not such a party guy

I ask myself many days if this long single life is cowardice or what it could be!
But then the next day, the nonsense fades away, I realize I'm fine this way
If you want to go out, you go, if you want to come in, you step out
You don’t need anyone’s backing and love comes in patches

Who tells me what I should do
What’s the best thing, what’s the worst thing
That could happen to me if I stay single
If I sit back and wait for love to find me

Who tells me what I should do
What’s the best thing, what’s the worst thing
That could happen to me if I get married and stay
With my sweetie and the dog who gives me so much love