El Perdedor (Bachata) (part. Marco Antonio Solís)

What more do you want from me
If I have passed this test of your love
And I don't have the courage
To escape forever from the pain

Asking for too much
That we continue in this hypocrisy
How much longer can I live
In the same lie?

No
Don't go around boasting, no
That you have stolen my heart
And I have nothing left

Yes
I prefer to be the loser
Who has given you everything
And I have nothing left
I have nothing left

I can't go on
Resisting that strange sensation
That chills my skin
Like winter out of season

Your gaze and mine
Ignoring each other in a distance
Everything loses meaning
And emptiness is better than forgetting

I prefer to let you go
Than to be your prisoner
And don't go around
Saying you own my feelings

No
Don't go around boasting, no
That you have stolen my heart
And I have nothing left

Yes
I prefer to be the loser
Who has given you everything
And has nothing left

No (no)
Don't go around boasting, no (don't go around boasting)
That you have stolen my heart
And I have nothing left

Yes
I prefer to be a loser
Who has given you everything
And has nothing left
I have nothing left

What more do you want from me
If I have passed this test of your love