El Día Que Te Vayas
Bustamante
The Day You Leave
To please you nothing is enough
The 7 Wonders no longer manage to convince you
New York doesn't entertain you, Paris is too ordinary
And not even simple things were worthy to offer you
I can no longer understand your love
Uoh-uoh-oh, uoh-uoh-oh
I'm tired of giving you everything I am
Uoh-uoh-oh
The day you leave
I'm going to throw a party at home
That lasts four weekends
To invite those you didn't like
The day you leave
What was left over will go with you
Your bad mood and even your few desires
And the door will remain firmly closed
The day you leave
The day you leave
It will be very different, luck will return to me
And I will do the things I always wanted
To suddenly get lost without fear of your complaints
To break free from routine without having to hold back
I can no longer understand your love
Uoh-uoh-oh, uoh-uoh-oh
I'm tired of giving you everything I am
Uoh-uoh-oh
The day you leave
I'm going to throw a party at home
That lasts four weekends
To invite those you didn't like
The day you leave
What was left over will go with you
Your bad mood and even your few desires
And the door will remain firmly closed
The day you leave
The day you leave
The day you leave
The day you leave
What was left over will go with you
Your bad mood and even your few desires
And the door will remain firmly closed
The day you leave
The day you leave
