| Compassion doesn't want, pity doesn't want
I want a hard love that I can make vibrate
your flavor I want, your perspiration I want
I want your madness that makes me be delirious
pure cane... pure love...
Love to the Mexican, of cumbia, huapango and they are
horse, bounces and hat, tequila, tobacco and rum
love to the Mexican, hot to the rhythm of the sun
slowly and then it kills me, my heart male
Love to the Mexican...
love to the Mexican...
love to the Mexican...
love to the Mexican...
Suavecito wants, very rude I want it
I want him to arrive me until the bottom of the heart
slow I always want it more I want
I want him to frighten me until losing the reason
pure cane... pure love...
Love to the Mexican, of cumbia, huapango and they are
horse, bounces and hat, tequila, tobacco and rum
love to the Mexican, hot to the rhythm of the sun
slowly and then it kills me, my heart male
Love to the Mexican...
oh, I want your love until the bottom of the heart
love to the Mexican...
and in your madness I want to lose the reason
love to the Mexican...
soft, slowly I want it
love to the Mexican...
of affection, of delirium, I die |
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