Fijate
El Chalinillo
Look
Look at how I have my eyes
Already lifeless and tearless
and it's because of so much crying
Look at how I have my hands
Trembling and old
And it's because of so much taking
Look that nothing matters to me anymore
Because all the good
You took away when you left
Look that if one day you were to return
And if by chance you saw me
You would start to cry
I swear to God
You would start to cry
Look at how I have my hands
Trembling and old
And it's because of so much taking
Look that nothing matters to me anymore
Because all the good
You took away when you left
Look that if one day you were to return
And if by chance you saw me
You would start to cry
I swear to God
You would start to cry
