Los Últimos by Romeo Santos is a song about the pain of a broken relationship and the desire for revenge. The lyrics describe the couple's fall from grace due to the woman's deceit and how they are now enemies. The song expresses the wish for her to suffer for her wrongdoings and for the couple to celebrate her downfall. The chorus of the song is a call for tequila, whiskey, and rum to celebrate the end of the relationship and the freedom from her deceit.
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Let's give bachata chair
He both hurt us
And I don't see him remorseful
For the sequel to his deception
It makes her feel superior
We're even enemies
In discord for his love
We fell ugly in their clutches
We don't know who was the most idiot, between you and me
Chorus 1
The Last Fools, a Song
Where I send her' to hell and she died
I hope he suffers like this in living flesh
For all your crimes
The last ones we saw inside
Inside it's malignant, black the heart
She possesses the dexterity of tying you up
Dressed as a little angel
I propose a truce, I don't want to be your rival
For that who paid us wrong
Late but you must already know, it's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Today there is an of bachatas and liquor
These kings don't want the pain of a supposed queen
Mera, came those who know
He's your supreme king, chichi
The Last Fools, a Song
Where I send her' to hell and she died
I hope he suffers like this in living flesh
For all your crimes
The last ones we saw inside
Inside it's malignant, black the heart
She possesses the dexterity of tying you up
Dressed as a little angel
I propose a truce, I don't want to be your rival
For that who paid us wrong
Late but you must already know, it's not worth it
Bring us tequila, whiskey, and a liter of rum
Today there is an of bachatas and liquor
These kings don't want the pain of a supposed queen
Bravo, bravo
We share grief, misfortune and condemnation
Of being the finalists who cheated that brunette
On his knees intoxicated, with a rosary in his hands
I ask God to punish her, not to have mercy on her, of her
Of it, yes
Outro
I hope the Devil takes it, and we're going to enjoy it
I hope the Devil takes it, and we're going to enjoy it
Because he played with you and me, that good misfortune'
Let hell burn, we're going to celebrate
Oh, what a party!
Daughter of your mother!
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