Romeo Santos — Que Se Mueran song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Se Mueran" by Romeo Santos.
Lyrics
Yes Sr.
Keep me lot
Andan murmurando,
Que lo nuestro no es debido
Y le faltan el respeto
Sin derecho… a nuestro amor
Por cuestion social
Y diferencia en las edades,
Estos tontos ignorantes
No me quieren ver contigo…
No tienen razón, esto no es correcto
Y si se arrepienten
No merecen penitencia
Porque en el amor
No hay economía ni una edad
Precisa pa' que dos se quieran
Que se mueran los incrédulos
Envidiosos si nos tronchan el destino
No lo duden una lengua venenosa
Es mas mortal que un cuchillo
Que caigan todos en abismo,
Si es que no aceptan nuestro idilio
Qué demonio importa
El estatus económico,
Si el alma… no tiene valor
Que tu tienes 30 y yo apenas 24,
Son numeritos que fastidio
No tienen razón, esto no es correcto
Y si se arrepienten
No merecen penitencia
Porque en el amor
No hay economía ni una edad
Precisa pa' que dos se quieran
Que se mueran los incrédulo-
Envidiosos si nos tronchan el destino
No lo duden una lengua venenosa
Es mas mortal que un cuchillo
Que caigan todos en abismo
Si no aceptan nuestro idilio
Sigan criticando, sigan hablando…
The King…
Stays King
(Le gusta mi bachata amiguita)
Nuestro amor, no es fugaz
Ni pasatiempo
Es valiente muy estable
Sin complejos
Y asi nos critican a los dos,
Total en fin…
Que los perdone Dios
Que se mueran los incrédulo-
Envidiosos si nos tronchan el destino
No lo duden una lengua venenosa
Es mas mortal que un cuchillo
Que caigan todos en abismo
Si es que no aceptan nuestro idilio
Que se ahoguen con su odio
En el lodo de la envidia y la malicia
Y que la vida los maldiga
Si no me quieren ver contigo
Criticaron a Dios…
¿Qué me espera a mí eh?
Keep talk it
Lyrics translation
Yes Mr.
Keep me lot
They're murmuring,
That we're not due
And they disrespect him
No right ... to our love
By social question
And age difference,
These ignorant fools
They don't want to see me with you.…
They're not right, this is not right
And if they repent
They don't deserve penance
Because in love
There is no economy or an age
Need two to love each other
Let the unbelievers die
Envious if they cut us off from Fate
Do not doubt a poisonous tongue
It's more deadly than a knife
Let them all fall into the abyss,
If they don't accept our idyll
What the hell does it matter
Economic status,
If the soul ... has no value
That you're 30 and I'm barely 24,
They're little numbers that bother
They're not right, this is not right
And if they repent
They don't deserve penance
Because in love
There is no economy or an age
Need two to love each other
Let the unbelievers die-
Envious if they cut us off from Fate
Do not doubt a poisonous tongue
It's more deadly than a knife
Let them all fall into the abyss
If they don't accept our idyll
Keep criticizing, keep talking…
The King…
Stays King
(She likes my bachata little friend)
Our love is not fleeting
Nor hobby
He's brave, very stable.
No complexes
And so they criticize us both,
Total at end…
May God forgive you
Let the unbelievers die-
Envious if they cut us off from Fate
Do not doubt a poisonous tongue
It's more deadly than a knife
Let them all fall into the abyss
If they don't accept our idyll
Let them drown with their hatred
In the mud of envy and malice
And May life curse you
If they don't want to see me with you
They criticized God…
What's waiting for me, huh?
Keep talk it