Cosas Del Diablo whisks us into a whirlwind affair where temptation and remorse dance to the lively beat of banda sinaloense. The narrator admits he is married, yet he and his lover dive head-first into a bond they both label “un amor prohibido.” They know society will judge, they know it is destined to fail, but their chemistry is so intense that the rest of the world fades whenever they are together. Calling their romance “cosas del diablo” (literally “the devil’s doings”) is their playful way of blaming the forbidden pull that keeps bringing them back for more.
Instead of preaching, the song throws the first stone back at the crowd: “Que tire la primera piedra el que no haya pecado.” In other words, only the sinless may judge. This cheeky challenge invites listeners to reflect on their own imperfections while tapping their feet. Beneath the infectious trumpets and accordions lies a story about moral conflict versus irresistible desire—friends-with-benefits caught in a battle between heart, body, and conscience. The result is a catchy confession that feels both daring and relatable, reminding us how easy it is to get swept away when passion strikes.