MUSIC VIDEO OUT | NOV 7 2025
Esty is a first-generation Dominican American singer, songwriter, and guitarist. Her distinctive sound and impeccable aesthetic blend cultures and genres, embracing personal strength, confidence, and all things of the heart.
Her second single, “No Es Amor,” is Esty’s playful clapback to Aventura’s “Obsesión.” This time, she flips the narrative, telling a toxic ex, “it was thrilling, but it was never love.” With sultry flashbacks, on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, she indulges the memory while grounding herself in the truth: it was always lust, never devotion. The song opens with Esty self-soothing, reclaiming her story and setting the tone for emotional independence. Written alongside close friends, the track was born from a late-night writing game, each confessing the wildest places they’d ever been with a lover.
As the second of three singles leading into her debut album with Sin Silencio under HYBE America (February 2026), “No Es Amor” solidifies Esty’s new sonic era, seductive, bold, and undeniably pop-bachata. A romantic music video and full social media rollout will support its release on November 7, 2025, bringing the song’s sensual energy to life.
LYRICS (Spanish)
Mira ya
Que ya no estas para llorar
esa aguita vale oro
Y ese man no vale na
Que esperas?
Ya va un año y poco más
Que la vida es solo una
Y hay muchos peces en el mar.
Éramos locos enamorados,
me jodiste, Baby te queria
Que tengo amnesia, porque solo me acuerdo
como me lo hacías.
En la cocina,
En el sofa,
A escondidas en casa de tu papa,
En la piscina,
En el balcón,
Y hasta debajo de la mesa del comedor
En las alturas
En un avion
Mientra volabamos en Delta a Nueva York
El cuerpo sabe
El cora’ no
Que estas son ganas de comerte no es amor
No es amor
No es amor
No es amor, (no, no, no)
No es amor
No es amor
No, no, no, no
Eras mi mejor amigo
Ahora solo desconocidos
Que se mueren por comerse
Pero no pueden ni verse.
Éramos locos enamorados,
me jodiste
Baby te queria (te queria)
Que tengo amnesia, porque solo me acuerdo
como me lo hacías.
En la cocina,
En el sofa,
A escondidas en casa de tu papa,
En la piscina,
En el balcón,
Y hasta debajo de la mesa del comedor
En las alturas
En un avion
Mientra volabamos en Delta a Nueva York.
El cuerpo sabe
El cora’ no
Que estas son ganas de comerte no es amor.
No es amor
No es amor
No es amor, (no, no, no)
No es amor
No es amor
No, no, no, no
No es amor
No es amor
No es amor (no, no, no)
No es amor
No es - No es amor.
Que llore la guitarra
Esty
La Fefani
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LYRICS (Translated)
Look now
You’re not here to cry anymore
That little water is worth gold
And that man isn’t worth a thing
What are you waiting for?
It’s been a year and a little more
There’s only one life
And there are plenty of fish in the sea
We were crazy in love,
You messed me up, baby I loved you
I must have amnesia, ’cause all I remember
is the way you did it to me
In the kitchen,
On the couch,
Hiding out at your dad’s house,
In the pool,
On the balcony,
Even under the dining room table
Up high,
On a plane,
While we were flying Delta to New York
The body knows,
The heart doesn’t,
That this is just the urge to have you, not love
It’s not love
It’s not love
It’s not love (no, no, no)
It’s not love
It’s not love
No, no, no, no
You were my best friend
Now just strangers
Who are dying to have each other
But can’t even stand to see one another
We were crazy in love,
You messed me up
Baby I loved you (I loved you)
I must have amnesia, ’cause all I remember
is the way you did it to me
In the kitchen,
On the couch,
Hiding out at your dad’s house,
In the pool,
On the balcony,
Even under the dining room table
Up high,
On a plane,
While we were flying Delta to New York
The body knows,
The heart doesn’t,
That this is just the urge to have you, not love
It’s not love
It’s not love
It’s not love (no, no, no)
It’s not love
It’s not love
No, no, no, no
It’s not love
It’s not love
It’s not love (no, no, no)
It’s not love
It’s not—It’s not love
Let the guitar cry
Esty
La Fefani
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