Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pensé Pegarme Un Tiro, artist - Los Tucanes De Tijuana. Album song Tucanes De Oro ... Secuestro De Amor, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.04.1997
Record label: Master Q
Song language: Spanish
Pensé Pegarme Un Tiro(original) |
Por que no me decias |
Que ya no me querias |
Para que lo negabas |
Que habia alguien mas que yo |
Te dije claramente |
Que iba a comprobarte |
Por fin hoy reconoces |
Que si tengo razon |
Porque ya lo esperaba |
Yo estaba resignado |
Que asi tenia que ser |
Queria comprobarte |
Y desirte en tu cara |
Que yo podia ser todo |
Pero menos tu rey |
Pensabas que porti |
Yo me iba a suicidar |
Que equivocada estabas |
Ni ganas de llorar |
Pense pegarme un tiro |
En medio de la frente |
Pero no con pistola, con resistol corriente |
Porque ya lo esperaba |
Yo estaba resignado |
Que asi tenia que ser |
Queria comprobarte |
Y desirte en tu cara |
Que yo podia ser todo |
Pero menos tu rey |
Pensabas que porti |
Yo me iba a suicidar |
Que equivocada estabas |
Ni ganas de llorar |
Pense pegarme un tiro |
En medio de la frente |
Pero no con pistola, con resistol corriente |
(translation) |
why didn't you tell me |
that you no longer loved me |
Why did you deny it? |
that there was someone else than me |
I told you clearly |
that I was going to check you |
Finally today you recognize |
What if I'm right |
Because I already expected it |
I was resigned |
That's how it had to be |
I wanted to check you |
And desert you in your face |
that I could be everything |
But less your king |
you thought that for you |
I was going to commit suicide |
how wrong you were |
I don't feel like crying |
I thought I would shoot myself |
in the middle of the forehead |
But not with a gun, with ordinary resistance |
Because I already expected it |
I was resigned |
That's how it had to be |
I wanted to check you |
And desert you in your face |
that I could be everything |
But less your king |
you thought that for you |
I was going to commit suicide |
how wrong you were |
I don't feel like crying |
I thought I would shoot myself |
in the middle of the forehead |
But not with a gun, with ordinary resistance |