El amante [English translation]

Please don't follow me here!

Please don't follow me here!

(Wait wait wait)

I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to fight anymore!

No, no, no you know what's kind of funny? you do wanna fight!

Everytime you're walking away from me straight up.

that's why I'm walking away!

I know, why you walking away? I'm trying to talk with you!

(Grow up, we're in the middle of a conversation!)

And now you wanna pull that crying stuff.

Just act mature man, try something you never tried before.

Yeah, like leaving your ass.

I got tired, I don't want to be your lover,

I tell you from me,

I can't take it anymore ...

I can't stand seeing the other one as he says

who is your owner

It kills me pride,

he knows how to talk to you

I made it for him

When I hear it I want to be there to see

When you find out and know that I own you

Maybe it sounds a little bad I know and it doesn't look like me,

Everything is for you ...

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That you feel cold with him

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That he is crap

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more

Only one thing I will ask you

If you are cold who gives you heat

I am the owner of your fantasy

No one does it like me

If you looked pretty he doesn't tell you anything

And I like you even without makeup

you always tell me that he treats you badly

and that you have to finish it

Tell me what you are going to do

mommy I have the restlessness

if you want to suffer with him

you decide that

be happy with him

I will not answer you

I know you will call me

when I missed your skin

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That you feel cold with him

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That he is crap

I made it for him

When I hear it I want to be there to see

When you find out and know that I own you

Maybe it sounds a little bad I know and it doesn't look like me,

Everything is for you ...

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That you feel cold with him

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That he is crap

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more, more, more

I warm you more

Mommy I feel yours

I know that you feel mine

Tell the little boy of yours

That he is crap

• Artist:Nicky Jam
• Album:Fénix