Gossiping tongues are saying
that you do not love anyone,
when I know in my bones that
you are wasting away with
desire for me.
Malas lenguas van diciendo
que tu no camelas a nadie,
cuando se por mis huesos
tu andas perdiendo carnes.
Solea/Traditional
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