La DEA (part. Tavo Sumoza)

And in Washington, my doctor, Samir Pérez San Juanelo
Say hello to Luchito Duarte for me
Juan Carlos Tones, his pearl of the Sinú

It's true, I had my past
I know, I know
I admit that I failed
But if you're here by my side
It's because you wanted to
And forgiveness is not given under duress
And it makes me sad
That you judge me now
When I have laid the world at your feet

Oh, every time I go out
You're scheming
And if I arrive in good spirits
The threshing begins
Who's telling you this story?
It's killing you
And what about in Santa Marta?
And here I am in Barranquilla
You argue, you fight, you throw a thousand things at me
The idea is too small for that lady
And to the gossipy busybody who goes around telling tales
Let him show a picture so we can see what it's like

And that's all
Understand that I love you
That I've changed because of you
That I am not the same
That I had my past
But it's been stepped on, and it's because of your eyes
And what's my fault if they upload a photo of me?
Or that several women arrive at the party
I'm acting like a king because I adore you
But you always get angry when I arrive

That's all
You understand that I love you
That I've changed because of you
That I am not the same
Oh look

And in Riohacha, José Luis Serrano
A complete success, a complete success
And forever grateful
With the Rodríguez family, Toño, Clara and Cacho Gula
In Santa Marta, Chelito Dávila, Jorge Arguelles
And Howard Escarraga, my friend

I don't want to fight with you, but
Every time I go out, you're scheming
And if I arrive in good condition, the threshing begins
Whoever tells you stories is destroying you
And that in Santa Marta and me here in Barranquilla
You criticize me, you're jealous, you search through my things
Little one, she's the dea
For that lady
If this isn't fixed
Let's finish things
What you can't find
The other one invents it

(Gossip)
And that's all
Understand that I love you
That I've changed because of you
That I am not the same
That I had my past
But this is trampled
And it's because of your eyes, and what's my fault if they ask me for a photo?
Or that several women arrive at the parties
I'm acting like a king because I adore you
But whenever I arrive
Fight, fight, fight, why?

Understand that I love you
Oh, I love you
And that I am not the same

Leonardo Macías and Mrs. Gladys
And true friends, Luis Oñoro and Luis Armando Guzmán
In the land of my old man
Vicente and Rosario Martínez, Hugues's
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