Me Cuesta Creer

Ay, your words give me chills
Either you don't make yourself clear
Your kind is messed up
Mine too

He can't give the same
He can't receive or take the same
A minimum of pride must remain
Or just a trace of nothing

But it's hard for me to believe
Hard for me to understand
That the poor guy doesn't care
If no one remembers him after he's dead

He has a lost face, he has a sold mind
He doesn't laugh at anyone anymore
His tone doesn't bother anyone, only himself
Because he doesn't think of anyone

But it's hard for me to believe
Hard for me to understand
That the poor guy doesn't care, no
If no one remembers him after he's dead
If no one remembers him after he's dead

No; I tell you no
To people like you, I say no
No, I tell you no
To people like you, I say no

Ay, your words give me chills
Either you don't make yourself clear
Your kind is messed up
Mine too

But it's hard for me to believe
Hard for me to understand
That the poor guy doesn't care, no
If no one remembers him after he's dead
If no one remembers him after he's dead
That after he's dead, no one remembers!