Translation of the song lyrics MySpace - Don Omar

MySpace (original)

Yo te sigo buscando
(¡'W' y Yandel!) Eh-eh
(Subelo, que estás escuchando
Los Bandoleros Reloaded) Eh-eh
(¡Aja!)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto
No sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono
No sé de ella
Será que se busco a otro (Ajá, ¿Como?)
No sé de ella
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto
No sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono
No sé de ella
Será que se busco a otro
No sé de ella
(¡Oye la historia!)
Me enamoré de una mujer completamente imaginaria
Que con par de letras en mi corazón penetraba
Y sin explicación (sin explicación) desapareció (desapareció)
(Yo no la encuentro)
Jugando con mi corazón (Eh-eh)
Ella se cambió hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby, hit me back, responde (Oh)
Jugando con mi corazón (Eh-eh)
Ella se cambió hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby, hit me back, responde
(¡Eh!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (Aja)
No sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono
No sé de ella
Será que se busco a otro (Aja, ¿Como?)
No sé de ella
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto
No sé de ella (No sé de ella)
Ya no responde ni al teléfono (Aja)
No sé de ella
Será que se busco a otro (Ey)
No sé de ella (Oye, bebé)
Dale enciende la computadora y se la autora
De la pasión del deseo por varias horas
Tentadora de cora', Wisin de noche llora
El no verte el alma me perfora
Y yo te sigo buscando y tú no apareces
Mi amor crece y crece
Pero a veces sufre el que menos se lo merece
Yo sigo aquí llorando por meses (¡Vuelve!)
Pa' que el sufrimiento cese
Sólo me queda una foto
Yo día a día me agoto
Lento troto, con el corazón roto
De mi vida tienes el control remoto
(¡Y yo por ti borracho y loco!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto
No sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono
No sé de ella
Será que se busco a otro
No sé de ella
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace
No sé de ella
El Rey, Don Omar
Nuevamente haciendo historia
Marcando la historia
Básico, Wisin y Yandel!, el dúo de la historia
El Rey, sencillo
Acostúmbrate a vivir detrás de las sombras
(El Arma Secreta)
De objetivos tan imponentes como nosotros
(Nelly)
Eliel
Los Reyes
'W', 'W' y Yandel
'W' y Yandel
El Rey, 'W' y Yandel (Eh-eh)
Jamás pienses hacerlo (Eh-eh)
(Eh-eh)
Niños, les recomendamos
Que lo escuchado no lo practiquen en sus hogares
No les va a salir

(translation)

I keep looking for you
('W' and Yandel!) Eh-eh
(Turn it up, what are you listening to
Los Bandoleros Reloaded) Eh-eh
(AHA!)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
Doesn't even leave a text message
I do not know about her
He doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I do not know about her
Could it be that he was looking for another (Aha, how?)
I do not know about her
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
Doesn't even leave a text message
I do not know about her
He doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I do not know about her
Could it be that he was looking for another
I do not know about her
(Hey the story!)
I fell in love with a completely imaginary woman
That with a couple of letters in my heart penetrated
And with no explanation (no explanation) she disappeared (disappeared)
(I can't find it)
Playing with my heart (Eh-eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, answer (Oh)
Playing with my heart (Eh-eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, answer
(Hey!)
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
Doesn't even leave a text message (Aha)
I do not know about her
He doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I do not know about her
Could it be that he was looking for another (Aja, how?)
I do not know about her
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
Doesn't even leave a text message
I don't know about her (I don't know about her)
He doesn't even answer the phone anymore (Aja)
I do not know about her
Could it be that he was looking for another (Hey)
I don't know about her (Hey, baby)
Dale turns on the computer and be the author
Of the passion of desire for several hours
Cora's temptress, Wisin cries at night
Not seeing you perforates my soul
And I keep looking for you and you don't appear
My love grows and grows
But sometimes the one who least deserves it suffers
I'm still here crying for months (Come back!)
So that the suffering ceases
I only have one picture left
I get exhausted day by day
Slow jog, heartbroken
Of my life you have the remote control
(And I for you drunk and crazy!)
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
that I am sick of love
Sick of love, sick of love
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
Doesn't even leave a text message
I do not know about her
He doesn't even answer the phone anymore
I do not know about her
Could it be that he was looking for another
I do not know about her
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace
I do not know about her
The King, Don Omar
making history again
Marking history
Basic, Wisin and Yandel!, the duo of history
The King, simple
Get used to living behind the shadows
(Secret weapon)
Of goals as imposing as us
(Nelly)
Eliel
The Kings
'W', 'W' and Yandel
'W' and Yandel
The King, 'W' and Yandel (Eh-eh)
Never think of doing it (Eh-eh)
(Eh eh)
Children, we recommend
That they do not practice what they have heard in their homes
It's not going to come out