Cartel de Santa — Ella song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ella" by Cartel de Santa.
Lyrics
Me canse d rogarle me canse d decirle
Que yo sin ella d pena muero
Pero como se me acabo el dinero
Si sus labios se abrieron fue pa decirme ya no te quiero
Amor sincero solo en tus sueos
Yo senti que mi vida se perdio en un abismo
Profundo y negro komo mi suerte
Tratar de detenerte seria sencillo
Si en mi cartera hubiera un gran cheque
Quise hallar el olvido al estilo jalisco
Pero resulte ser mas regio que el puto cabrito
No se si me expliko cuando se acaba la lana
Las mujeres vuelan como los pajaritos
Ay me canse de rogarle (yo ah)
Ay me canse de decirle (y ella pide, pide y pide)
Ay me canse de rogarle (aja ah)
Ay me canse de decirle (y ella pide, pide y pide)
Me canse de rogarle con el llanto en los ojos
Alse mi cheve y brinde por ella por la convenenciera
Por que alguien mas la kiera enterrada muchos metros bajo de la tierra
Sin una pinche moneda no podra despreciarme esa nena
Era el ultimo brindis de un rapero por una perra
Lo triste d todo es que no valio la pena
Desde ahora sangre fria korre por mis venas
Los mcs se cayaron de mi mano sin fuerza
Cayo mi wama sin darme cuenta (hey trame la cuenta)
Ella quiso quedarse kuando vio mi cartera
Pero ya estaba escrito que la puta se fuera
Ay me canse de rogarle (yo ah)
Ay me canse de decirle (y ella pide, pide y pide)
Ay me canse de rogarle (aja ah)
Ay me canse de decirle (y ella pide, pide y pide)
Lyrics translation
I got tired of begging you I got tired of telling you
That I without it d pain die
But how did I run out of money
If her lips were opened it was pa tell me I don't love you anymore
Sincere love only in your dreams
I felt that my life was lost in an abyss
Deep and black komo my luck
Trying to stop you would be simple
If there was a big check in my wallet
I wanted to find oblivion in the jalisco style
But it turns out to be more regal than the fucking kid
I don't know if I explain when the wool runs out
Women fly like birds
Ay I got tired of begging you (I ah)
Ay I get tired of telling her (and she asks, asks and asks)
Ay I got tired of begging you (aja ah)
Ay I get tired of telling her (and she asks, asks and asks)
I got tired of begging with tears in my eyes
Alse my key and toast to her for the convention
Why someone else kiera buried many feet under the Earth
Without a fucking penny, she can't despise me.
It was a rapper's last toast to a bitch.
The sad thing is that it wasn't worth it
From now on korre cold blood through my veins
The mcs fell out of my hand without strength
I fall my wama without realizing it (hey plot the account)
She wanted to stay and saw my wallet.
But it was already written that the whore was gone
Ay I got tired of begging you (I ah)
Ay I get tired of telling her (and she asks, asks and asks)
Ay I got tired of begging you (aja ah)
Ay I get tired of telling her (and she asks, asks and asks)