There's a story
That goes like this
"It's not that the bull is brave
It's that the cow is restless"

Today I bring flowers for a funeral
Because ours has come to an end
How the hell am I going to blame you
If what you did to me, I did to you too?

The horns
Everyone puts them on when they're drunk
The horns
But we're not kids anymore
So it's better

You over here (ley-re-re), me over there (over there)
Today you go with another and another will come (again)
You over here (uh-huh), me over there (over there)
Two broken hearts

You over here, me over there
And so we keep the party in peace
You over here, me over there
And we stop fooling around (again)

You over here, me over there
And so we keep the party in peace
You over here (you over here), me over there (me over there)
Let's stop fooling around already

Okay, I open the debate
I want to ask a question to create a dispute
If a man is unfaithful, is he a fourth batter
And if a woman does it, they say she is one?

It's an unfair thing
If both of us bit from the same fruit
Let he who does not enjoy it cast the first stone
When you're at war anyone executes, and I tell you

Don't change the subject (tell me)
What's the problem (because)
What's for the boys (is)
The same for the girls (repeat)

Don't change the subject (tell me)
What's the problem (because)
What's for the boys (is)
The same for the girls (haha)

The horns (how?)
The males always end up crying
The horns (uh-huh)
Asking for a bottle and dancing drunk

You over here (ley-re-re), me over there (me over there)
Today you go with another and another will come (again)
You over here (uh-huh), me over there (me over there)
Two broken hearts

You over here, me over there
And so we keep the party in peace
You over here, me over there
And we stop fooling around

You over here, me over there
And so we keep the party in peace
You over here, me over there
Let's stop fooling around already

Hey
Guaynaa
Get some salsa, boy
Puerto Rico and Venezuela
The same rooster
The same school, mommy
The same bush, different coconuts (haha)
Timbaleros
The Guaynabichi, my chichi
Servando & Florentino
On horseback (hey)
The Firsts
Go forward, forward, forward, forward
Because backwards is an arrow
Zorro, from Caracas to the Castillo del Morro

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