Lotería – Lyrics Meaning in English – Prince Royce
In this song, the singer tells his ex that her new boyfriend is not good enough for her. He was a better lover and he believes she still belongs to him. He says there’s only one winner in this lottery and it’s him.
Singer: Prince Royce
A las cinco de la mañana el te llama
Deseando en tenerte en su cama
Pero no sabe saciarte las ganas
Pobrecito, el es un santo y tú una diabla
At five in the morning he calls you
Wishing to have you in his bed
But he doesn’t know how to satisfy you
Poor man, he’s a saint and you’re a devil
No hay comparación
Yo bien te lo decía
Que el es un perdedor, por eso sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay un ganador en esta lotería
There’s no comparison
I would tell you well
That he’s a loser, that’s why you continue being mine
He hasn’t been able to make you fall in love although he’s tried witchcraft
There’s only one winner in this lottery
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Sera que no se da cuenta que aun eres mía
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Sera que se hace el loco pa’ disfrazar su perdida
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Maybe he doesn’t realise that you’re still mine
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Maybe he acts crazy to disguise his loss
Dile a ese tiguere que te coja en banda ya, ya ta’ bueno
Tell that sly man to catch you in the band now, now it’s good
Bro, your girl knows my name
Bro, your girl knows my name
Royce
Royce
Pobre infeliz no se da cuenta otra vez
Que yo soy tu gota de agua en el desierto
Que cuando el te quiere ver
Si te llamo, tu le inventas un cuento
Poor unhappy man doesn’t realise again
That I’m your drop of water in the desert
That when he wants to see you
If I call you, you’ll make up a story to him
No hay comparación
Yo bien te lo decía
Que el es un perdedor, por eso sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay un ganador en esta lotería
There’s no comparison
I would tell you well
That he’s a loser, that’s why you continue being mine
He hasn’t been able to make you fall in love although he’s tried witchcraft
There’s only one winner in this lottery
No hay comparación
Yo bien te lo decía
Que el es un perdedor, por eso sigues siendo mía
No ha podido enamorarte aunque te ha hecho brujería
Solo hay un ganador en esta lotería
There’s no comparison
I would tell you well
That he’s a loser, that’s why you continue being mine
He hasn’t been able to make you fall in love although he’s tried witchcraft
There’s only one winner in this lottery
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Sera que no se da cuenta que aun eres mía
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Sera que se hace el loco pa’ disfrazar su perdida
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Maybe he doesn’t realise that you’re still mine
Jay-yay-yay-yay
Maybe he acts crazy to disguise his loss
Por eso sigue siendo mía
(Yo le enseñe lo truco en la cama)
Por eso sigue siendo mía
(Pregúntale, pregúntale, pregúntale
quien le eriza la piel)
(ey-ye ey-ye)
Por eso sigue siendo mía
Por eso sigue siendo mía
Por eso sigue siendo mía
(I ain’t gon’ sing or argue with you)
(I want my dear)
That’s why you’re still mine
(I taught her tricks in bed)
That’s why you’re still mine
(Ask her ask her, ask her
Who gives her goosebumps)
(ey-ye ey-ye)
That’s why you’re still mine
That’s why you’re still mine
That’s why you’re still mine
(I ain’t gon’ sing or argue with you)
(I want my dear)
