Steemit Open Mic Week 73: Ni rosas Ni juguetes - Paulina Rubio ( cover by @marirodriguez)

in #openmic2 years ago (edited)

Hello Friends, this is my ticket to the week, I hope you like it with a lot of love to share with all of you.

Ni Rosas Ni Juguetes

I

Comprar un boleto hasta la luna cuesta
Para que me ganes no alcanza una apuesta
Mas te vale que a mí no me quieras convencer
Con esa carita de galán de feria
Con esas promesas que parecen serias
No te hagas el sordo escúchame

Este corazón ya viene y fue de vuelta
El que se hace el vivo sale por la puerta
Ya no me dediques serenatas de balcón
Yo no pasaría una noche contigo
Que te quede claro si no has entendido
Le cambie la letra a tu canción

CORO

Te puedes ir, no me importa tu billete
No hay rosas ni juguetes que paguen por mi amor
Te puedes ir a la China en un cohete
Ve y búscate una tonta que te haga el favor

II

Ya no queda nadie, se acabo la fiesta
Deja de fumar que el humo me molesta
Eres la manzana que no quiero ni morder
No me digas que pretendes ser mi amante
Yo no necesito ningún vigilante
Para ti yo soy mucha mujer

CORO

Te puedes ir, no me importa tu billete
No hay rosas ni juguetes que paguen por mi amor
Te puedes ir a la China en un cohete
Ve y búscate una tonta que te haga el favor
Te puedes ir, no me importa tu billete
No hay rosas ni juguetes que paguen por mi amor

Neither Roses nor Toys

I

Buying a ticket to the moon costs
So you can not win a bet
But you do not want to convince me
With that fairytale face of the fair
With those promises that seem serious
Do not play the deaf listen to me

This heart is coming and it was back
He who makes himself alive goes out the door
Stop serenading me from balcony
I would not spend a night with you
Make it clear to you if you have not understood
I changed the lyrics to your song

CHORUS

You can go, I do not care about your ticket
No roses or toys that pay for my love
You can go to China in a rocket
Go and get yourself a fool who does you the favor

II

There is no one left, the party is over
Stop smoking that smoke bothers me
You are the apple that I do not even want to bite
Do not tell me you pretend to be my lover
I do not need any vigilante
For you I am a lot of woman

CHORUS

You can go, I do not care about your ticket
No roses or toys that pay for my love
You can go to China in a rocket
Go and get yourself a fool who does you the favor
You can go, I do not care about your ticket
No roses or toys that pay for my love

MANY THANKS