Translation of the song lyrics Me Toca A Mí - Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizárraga

Me Toca A Mí (original)

Llevo años de dolor de mendigarte
Siempre una caricia
De meter mis besitos a fuerzas
Soportando tus mentiras y engaños
Pero todo se acabó se murió
Ya me cansé de rogarte a diario
De soportar que te rías en mi cara
Cuando digo te amo
Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo
Decirte que tu amor fué poca cosa
Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron
A darme cuenta que tú no servías
Me toca a mí tirar tus besos
Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura
Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero
No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura
Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo
Decirte que tu amor fue poca cosa
Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron
A darme cuenta que tu no servías
Me toca a mí tirar tus besos
Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura
Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero
No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura
Me toca a mí mandarte al diablo
Decirte que tu amor fue poca cosa
Decir que tus mentiras me enseñaron
A darme cuenta que tu no servías
Me toca a mí tirar tus besos
Tirar todo tu mundo a la basura
Me toca a mí decirte que no quiero
No quiero ya mirarte ni en pintura
Me toca a mí decirte que te quiero
Lejos de mí

(translation)

I've been begging you for years of pain
always a caress
To put my little kisses by force
Enduring your lies and deceit
But it's all over, he died
I'm tired of begging you every day
Of enduring that you laugh in my face
when i say i love you
It's my turn to send you to hell
Tell you that your love was little
Say your lies taught me
To realize that you were not useful
It's my turn to throw your kisses
Throw your whole world away
It's my turn to tell you that I don't want
I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting
It's my turn to send you to hell
Tell you that your love was little
Say your lies taught me
To realize that you were not useful
It's my turn to throw your kisses
Throw your whole world away
It's my turn to tell you that I don't want
I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting
It's my turn to send you to hell
Tell you that your love was little
Say your lies taught me
To realize that you were not useful
It's my turn to throw your kisses
Throw your whole world away
It's my turn to tell you that I don't want
I don't want to look at you anymore, not even in painting
It's my turn to tell you that I love you
Far from me