Lyrics of Los Cazahuates - Joan Sebastian, José Manuel Figueroa

Los Cazahuates (original)

Me pedistes que no, no te hiciera sufrir
Por que tú pecho esta muy herido es decir
Me pedistes que no, no te hiciera llorar
Pero tú alma y mi alma traian
Un carma que habia que pagar
Y he pedido perdon
Por onesima vez
Y lo pido de veras
Con el alma alreves
Me prometo ya no, ya no hacerte llorar
Pero tú alma y mi alma siguen con el carma que habra que pagar
Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores
Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores
Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben
Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven
Te he pedido perdon
Por onesima vez
Y lo pido de veras
Con el alma alreves
Me prometo ya no, ya no hacerte llorar
Pero tú alma y mi alma siguen con el carma que habra que pagar
Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores
Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores
Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben
Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven
Hay amores malditos, hay malditos amores
Que le heredan al alma hay más espinas que flores
Hay amores malditos que la dicha prohiben
Y a miradas y besos para matar reviven

(translation)

You asked me not to make you suffer
Because your chest is very hurt, that is
You asked me not to make you cry
But your soul and my soul brought
A carma that had to be paid
And I have asked for forgiveness
for the oneth time
And I really ask
With the soul upside down
I promise myself no longer, no longer make you cry
But your soul and my soul continue with the carma that will have to be paid
There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves
That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers
There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits
And to looks and kisses to kill they revive
I have asked for your forgiveness
for the oneth time
And I really ask
With the soul upside down
I promise myself no longer, no longer make you cry
But your soul and my soul continue with the carma that will have to be paid
There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves
That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers
There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits
And to looks and kisses to kill they revive
There are cursed loves, there are cursed loves
That they inherit the soul there are more thorns than flowers
There are cursed loves that happiness prohibits
And to looks and kisses to kill they revive