They're murmuring
That our relationship is not right
And they disrespect it
Without any right, to our love

Because of social status
And difference in ages
These ignorant fools
Don't want to see me with you

They're not right, this is not correct
And if they regret it
They don't deserve penance
Because in love
There's no economy or a specific age
Needed for two to love each other

May the unbelievers die
Jealous if they break our destiny

Don't doubt a poisonous tongue
Is more deadly than a knife
May they all fall into the abyss
If they don't accept our idyll

What the hell does it matter
The economic status
If the soul, has no value

That you are 30 and I'm barely 24
They're just annoying numbers

They're not right, this is not correct
And if they regret it
They don't deserve penance
Because in love
There's no economy or a specific age
Needed for two to love each other

May the unbelievers die
Jealous if they break our destiny

Don't doubt a poisonous tongue
Is more deadly than a knife
May they all fall into the abyss
If they don't accept our idyll

Keep criticizing, keep talking

The king
Stays king

(Do you like my bachata, little friend?)

Our love, is not fleeting
Nor a pastime
It's brave and very stable
Without complexes
And so they criticize us both
In the end
May God forgive them

May the unbelievers die
Jealous if they break our destiny

Don't doubt a poisonous tongue
Is more deadly than a knife
May they all fall into the abyss
If they don't accept our idyll

May they drown with their hatred
In the mud of envy and malice
And may life curse them
If they don't want to see me with you

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