No soy santa pero tú tampoco [SSC7, Peru]

Song participating in SSC 7. I am the spiritual brother of Synthèse: EseHtnys. Lyrics in English below [PREMIERE SECTION - cumbia peruana dramatica - Sierranita] Lo vi con otra en la esquina del bar, besos robados, mentiras sin final. Pensé en llorar, pero me fui a bailar, el ritmo llama… ¿por qué no olvidar? No soy santa, pero tú tampoco, si tú juegas, yo juego un poco. Si el amor se rompe, que suene la cumbia, y que mi cuerpo lo olvide en la penumbra... [violent break] [scratches and radical rythm, style and melody shift] [Bridge] ¡ DJ cambia mi flow, vamo' a perrear ! [DEUXIEME SECTION – dembow, sexy, perreo, sensuel, shatta, autotune - Perrana] Entró el gringo con los ojos de fuego, me dijo "Hola", le dije "Ven luego". Bailamos lento, sentí el veneno, tu traición ardía... ahora yo quemo. No fue amor, fue calentura, una noche de locura. Tú besas en secreto, yo me doy entera sin censura. Me agarró la cintura, sudando el pecado, me comió entera, como desesperado. Tus mentiras pesaban, pero él me alzaba, Las lenguas mezcladas yo olvidé tu cara. La cama gritaba, la luna miraba, y yo... yo no pensaba. Si tú rompiste, yo destruí, tus reglas nunca fueron para mí. [violent break] [scratches and radical rythm, style and melody shift] [Bridge] ¡ Gracias DJ volvemos a la cumbia pa' que mi esposo me entienda ! [TROISIEME SECTION - cumbia peruana dramatica - Sierranita] [Verse 4] Y ahora vuelves, llorando perdón, pero lo nuestro ya perdió el son. Baila con otra, yo bailo el adiós, que suene la cumbia, murió el amor... No soy santa, pero tú tampoco, si tú fallas, yo rompo el coco. En la pista o en la cama, yo decido quién me llama. [outro] ¡ Ay ay ay ! ¡ arriba peru carajo ! // in english // [FIRST SECTION – dramatic Peruvian cumbia – Sierranita] I saw him with her at the corner of the bar, stolen kisses, never-ending lies by far. I thought of crying... but I hit the floor, the rhythm called me – what am I crying for? I ain’t no saint, but neither are you, you play your game? Well, I can play too. If love breaks down, then let cumbia play, let my body forget in the shadows and sway... [violent break] scratches and radical rhythm, shift in style and melody [Bridge] DJ switch my vibe, time to grind and ride! [SECOND SECTION – dembow, sexy, perreo, sensual, shatta, autotune – Perrana] Then came the gringo with fire in his eyes, he said “Hola”, I said “Come, no lies.” We danced real slow, I felt the sting, your betrayal burned… now I bring the flame. It wasn’t love, just heat and thrill, a night gone wild, a twisted will. You kiss in secret, I give it loud, no shame, no filter, I own this crowd. He grabbed my waist, we sweat the sin, devoured me whole like he’d never win. Your lies were heavy, but he lifted me high, tongues tangled, and you blurred from my mind. The bed was screaming, the moon was watching, and me… I wasn't stopping. You broke hearts, but I broke rules, your laws were never made for my moves. [violent break] scratches and radical rhythm, style and melody shift [Bridge] Thank you DJ – back to cumbia, so my man gets the picture! [THIRD SECTION – dramatic Peruvian cumbia – Sierranita] [Verse 4] And now you're back, begging for grace, but love’s already lost its place. Dance with her, I’ll dance goodbye, let the cumbia play – love had to die... I ain’t no saint, but neither are you, you slip? I’ll smash right through. On the dancefloor or in my bed, I choose who gets in my head. [Outro] Ay ay ay! Viva Peru carajo! **Musical description** This track opens with emotional Peruvian cumbia: charango, acoustic guitar, zampoñas, and subtle Andean percussion set the scene. Female vocals express heartbreak and confusion, in a bittersweet but danceable groove. Halfway through (between section 1 and 2), a violent break interrupts the cumbia. A DJ scratch or glitch FX slams the listener into a raw dembow/reggaeton beat: hard-hitting trap kicks, distorted bass, raspy autotuned vocals. The voice becomes sexy, dominant, and provocative. The rhythm shifts completely—no harmonic continuity. This part feels like a different world: sweaty club, toxic romance, bodies grinding. The final part (section 3) returns suddenly to the cumbia, but now with a tone of empowerment. The Andean instruments come back, the melody is familiar but the voice is stronger—emotional closure with a festive twist. Think: cumbia → reggaeton/dembow duro → cumbia dramática final. Imagine a traditional peruvian singer starts the song, then a new gen young perreo dembow girl crashes the party halfway.