Canalla

Girl, today I'm gonna be
Honest with you this time
Maybe it's a bad moment, it's late
But there's something I need to tell you
And then I'll disappear

You who were there before the fame
You who asked me not to change
I changed you this morning

But girl, don't cry for me, better times will come
One day you'll forget me and another will come to bring you flowers
I hope you fall in love, that love makes you better
And that you find another man who will finally value you
And today I'm filled with nostalgia, I wish I could be the one who changes
And we could meet again, but under different circumstances
And I've always been a scoundrel, and I knew nothing of love
I only know how to write songs, smoke weed, and make cash

I don't even know what to do anymore, I can't even smile
Thinking about changing jobs, eh, while I stack another bundle
And I walk with my head down through the same streets where I kissed you
And I finish another drink in the same bar where I left you

But girl, don't cry for me, better times will come
One day you'll forget me and another will come to bring you flowers
I hope you fall in love, that love makes you better
And that you find another man who will finally value you
And today I'm filled with nostalgia, I wish I could be the one who changes
And we could meet again, but under different circumstances
And I've always been a scoundrel, and I knew nothing of love
I only know how to write songs, smoke weed, and make cash

You'll feel good again
Like when we looked at each other for the first time
But I know it won't be because of me
Because if I had luck in the game
I won't have it in love
And time heals everything
But time passes and I'm going crazy
One runs out and I quickly light up another
I'm sorry, but I can't stay sane
If I remember us

But girl, don't cry for me, better times will come
One day you'll forget me and another will come to bring you flowers
I hope you fall in love, that love makes you better
And that you find another man who will finally value you
And today I'm filled with nostalgia, I wish I could be the one who changes
And we could meet again, but under different circumstances
And I've always been a scoundrel, and I knew nothing of love
I only know how to write songs, smoke weed, and make cash