Paroles ... Intimate, patient & tender soft-pop sung in Spanish. There's nothing ...Intimate, patient & tender soft-pop sung in Spanish. There's nothing worse than loneliness. Female singer, snaps, electric guitar & electronic percussion. Arpeggiator @ 2'03.
ES:
sé que a veces me quieres matar
pero soy para ti
no es algo que pueda negar
incluso en lo malo repetiría mil veces
la jugada magistral
sentarme contigo en el respaldo del banco
sentarme contigo para verte suspirar
que me cuentes to' lo malo que has pasado
para coger hilo y ponerme a enmendar
es una suerte sentir tus trances
y ver a tus ojos pedirme un bellaqueo en el portal
en la cama en la que me dijiste
que sin mi la vida es un espejo sin cristal
el objetivo de la vida es una espiral
pero dar vueltas juntas no está mal, no está mal
lo bueno es que siempre nos vamos a encontrar
y aunque el amor real no duela muchas veces sienta mal
es el ciclo vital
con la mente así de fría no puedo pensar
el color dorado de tu cara frente al mar
y nadar pegada a ti como la luz a un portal
no es un amor platónico porque no es ideal
lo que no duele muere una verdad universal
me quedo contigo nena me quedo contigo
y con tu tabaco de liar
tal vez sea un bulto creo que es mi alma
te la doy entera en una palma
te toco las palmas y te intento cantar
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
tal vez sea un bulto creo que es mi alma
te la doy entera en una palma
te toco las palmas y te intento cantar
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
no hay nada más triste que la soledad
que la soledad
que la soledad
que la soledad
EN:
I know that sometimes you want to kill me
but I am for you
it's not something I can deny
even in the bad I would repeat a thousand times
the masterful move
to sit with you on the back of the bench
to sit with you and watch you sigh
to tell me all the bad things you've gone through
to pick up the thread and start to make amends
it's lucky to feel your trances
and to see your eyes asking me to fool around in the doorway
in the bed where you told me
that without me life is a mirror without glass
the goal of life is a spiral
but going around together is not bad, it's not bad
the good thing is that we'll always find each other
and even if real love doesn't hurt it often feels bad
it's the life cycle
with a mind this cold I can't think
the golden color of your face in front of the sea
and swim glued to you like light to a portal
it's not a platonic love because it's not ideal
what doesn't hurt dies, its a universal truth
I'm staying with you baby I'm staying with you
and with your rolling tobacco
maybe it's a lump i think it's my soul
I give it all to you in one palm
I touch your palms and I try to sing to you
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
maybe it's a lump i think it's my soul
I give it all to you in one palm
I touch your palms and I try to sing to you
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
there's nothing sadder than loneliness
than loneliness
than loneliness
than loneliness
At this moment 放下一切让思维做个反省一点不大不小的举行不管什么要求都能够履行这一刻不需要太多的礼仪又发了脾气把喝剩下的酒瓶都摆放整齐世界的灵感很挫败把握不好时好时坏的状态就像是还没明白懵懂去错爱Bitch 多了才知道要进入新的时代 妈妈回家赶紧进入状态再和兄弟们进入rap showtime冬天的生活需要更加别致不是我干的也不要过多解释我还是我 peace 不喜欢政治 在大理闲的时间太多需要做点事音乐喜怒哀乐时打开方式
Let it go, everything, Let the thinking do a reflectionNot big or small, No matter what the request, all can be fulfilledDon’t need much etiquette at this moment, Lost his temper again.Arrange all the remaining wine bottles neatly,The inspiration of the world is frustratedGood and bad state, It’s like I haven’t understood yetIgnorant, and love wronglyThere a too many bitches, so we have to go into a new era Mom is getting homeSo let’s be goodIt’s rap showtime with broLif in winter needs to be more chicI dinde’t do it So i don’t explain anythingIm stille me, peace, I don’t like politics Too much free time in Dali, You have to do something Happy angry sad, just a way to open your life
Paroles ... Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. ...Dreamy, charming & carefree hip-hop sung in Spanish & English. Looking towards the future, not the past. Female rap singer, voice sampling, synth, fx vinyl noise, electric strings & electronic percussion. English rap @ 2'21.
ES:
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
tengo antojo de helao'
dame un beso frio endulzao'
que me sepa a mandarina
con burbujas como aspirina
con olor a tarta de queso
la textura de un pan entero
calentito solo pa mi
hazlo pensando solo en mi
te hago un hueco en la cama plegable
planes improvisados de tarde
ponemos algo de los noventa
la peli mas cliché que prefieras
como me gusta verte la espalda
sin el peto de color naranja
y pintarte solo con las huellas
una rosa con granos de arena
tu eres un universo en la tierra
dale que yo te llevo a Paris
nos montamos en alguna nube
y si quieres nos alquilo el Louvre
y te compro un helado de fresa
fresa rosa fresa palo fresa
fresa fresca fresita francesa
fresa tierna y luego una frambuesa
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
im trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
pero no te sale bien
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end…
oye oye
llámame y dame un garbeo con tu coche
noches locas
mándame un mensaje si ya son mas de las doce
doce menos diez
ya no tengo tiempo para la contemplación
ahora solo quiero disfrutar la sensación
no confío en nadie y no es por culpa del alcohol
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
no me torturo eh
no pienso tanto en el pasado como antes
no me torturo miro para alante
miro para alante
la brisa del patio
hojas de tabaco
bailan lentamente
entre flores del jardin
me pierdo en tus manos
no me pierdo nada
camino despacio
tranquilita junto a ti
EN:
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
I'm craving for ice cream
give me a cold sweetened kiss
that tastes like tangerine
with bubbles like aspirin
with the smell of cheesecake
the texture of a whole loaf of bread
warm only for me
do it thinking only of me
I'll make room for you in the folding bed
improvised evening plans
we put on something from the nineties
the most cliché movie you want
how I like to see your back
without the orange training bib
and paint you only with your footprints
a rose with grains of sand
you are a universe on earth
come on, I'll take you to Paris
we'll ride on a cloud
and if you want I'll rent us the Louvre
and I'll buy you a strawberry ice cream
strawberry pink strawberry stick strawberry
fresh strawberry French strawberry
tender strawberry and then a raspberry
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
i thought i saw the sky falling
it was me in the end
i'm trynna' be the realest
i was falling way too fast
i know that you love me
but you don't get it right
everybody talking about having a new benz
i wake up every morning wishing i could go back to bed again
the imaginary of my head
is always better than the things that are waiting outside for me
and i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it
wish i could but i cant help it damn
wish i could but i cant help it
and i cant help it
I wish i could but i cant help it
to think that the things are coming to an end...
hey hey
call me and give me a ride in your car
crazy nights
send me a message if it's after twelve o'clock
ten to twelve
I don't have time for contemplation anymore
now I just want to enjoy the feeling
I don't trust anyone and it's not because of the alcohol
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I don't torture myself eh
I don't think about the past as much as I used to
I don't torture myself I look forward
I look forward
the breeze in the courtyard
tobacco leaves
dance slowly
among the flowers in the garden
I lose myself in your hands
I don't miss anything
I walk slowly
calmly by your side
Paroles ... Poignant, building & emotional ballad-pop sung in Spanish. ...Poignant, building & emotional ballad-pop sung in Spanish. Frustration over heartbreak. Female singer, electronic strings, synth, electronic percussion, Spanish & electric guitar.
ES:
tengo la mirada en el suelo
porque tiemblo si te veo
cada paso que doy es palo de ciego
cada día sin ti es morder el hielo
tengo la mirada en el suelo
pero cuando las cruzamos es volver al día primero
y al cigarro consumiéndose en los dedos
tu buscas perderme pero yo me quedo
pienso cada día
pienso cada noche
pienso en tus mensajes
y en la rabia de ya no sentir tu roce
y escuchar
todo el rato tu nombre
y volver hasta el principio
por miedo a que se me borre
el recuerdo es un arma de doble filo
te llevo siempre en el pecho
pero duele como un tiro
y no puedo más
si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
ojalá tenerte y que me quieras de verdad
que tu mente se enderezca y que me sepas valorar
que tu carita de mala no me hubiese hecho caer
que las charlas en el parque no me dejen del revés
que la calle no te mate
que no te vea caer
que tus decisiones fueran hojas de papel
pa' podértelas romper
pa' podértelas romper
no quiero puntos de vista
quiero volver a nacer
no quiero que me comprendas
ni estar fuera de mi piel
quiero sentirme las manos
en la playa de ahí arriba
sentir tus labios con la sal en las encías
no perdono a los cobardes
y no me perdono a mí
por no saber alejarme
cuando me quise morir
pero que penumbra hubiese sentido
si a ti en la vida no te hubiera conocido
te elijo primero
te elijo primero
siempre fuiste tu
siempre fuiste tu
te elijo primero
te elijo primero
el daño es certero
pero como tú
pero como tú
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad
EN:
I have my eyes on the ground
because I tremble if I see you
every step I take is a blind man's stick
every day without you is biting the ice
my eyes are on the ground
but when we cross them it's like going back to day one
and the cigarette burning in my fingers
you seek to lose me but I stay
I think every day
I think every night
I think of your messages
and in the rage of no longer feeling your touch
and hear
your name all the time
and go back to the beginning
for fear of being erased
the memory is a double-edged sword
I always carry you in my chest
but it hurts like a shot
and I can't take it anymore
if you break me at least give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
I wish I could have you and that you really love me
that your mind would straighten up and that you would know how to value me
that your bad face had not made me fall down
that the chats in the park don't turn me upside down
that the street doesn't kill you
that I don't see you fall
that your decisions were sheets of paper
so that I can tear them up
so that I can tear them up
I don't want points of view
I want to be born again
I don't want you to understand me
nor to be out of my skin
I want to feel my hands
on the beach up there
feel your lips with the salt on my gums
I don't forgive cowards
and I don't forgive myself
for not knowing how to walk away
when I wanted to die
but what a darkness I would have felt
if I had never met you in my life
I choose you first
I choose you first
it was always you
it was always you
I choose you first
I choose you first
the damage is certain
but like you
but like you
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
