More songs by Armenta
More songs by Tito Double P
Description
Separation is supposed to heal, but instead it only multiplies the stains from glasses and sleepless nights. There are luxurious decorations - Prada, five-star hotels, breakfasts in Cancun - but behind them all, there is still the habit of someone else's smile and those same “blanket-sushi-wine” weekends. Bitter honesty: you want to forget, but your memory stubbornly plays the replay. And this is even ironic - you have everything except the most important thing.
Vocals: Armenta
Producer: Charligz
Executive Producer: Jesus Ortiz Paz
Producer: Jose De Luna
Mastering engineer: Louisinthehood
Mixing engineer: Louisinthehood
Unknown: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta.
Backing vocals: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta
Producer: Miguel Armenta
Producer: Rabba
Unknown: Roberto Gutierrez.
Vocals: Tito Double P
Composer, Lyricist: Jesus Armenta
Composer, Lyricist: Miguel Armenta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Desperté entre botellas, rosé, yo sé que te encantaban.
Ya te perdí, ni pedo, me encontraré algo bueno.
Alguien mejor que tú, que luzca bien de Prada.
Desayuno en Cancún y tardes por Italia.
Quiero que no vuelvas a verme pa' dejar de quererte, aunque yo quería todo contigo.
¿Y pa' qué es que me llamas?
Si aquí ya no hay llama y ahora te reclamas que somos amigos.
Me ha dolido el quererte, me ha dañado el tenerte, pero yo no te olvido.
Pero yo no te olvido.
Quiero que no vuelvas a verme pa' dejar de quererte, aunque yo quería todo contigo.
¿Cómo olvido tu cama? Fines de semana de pelis, de sushi, de besos, de vino.
Solo pienso en tenerte, me ha dañado el quererte, pero yo no te olvido.
-Pero yo no te olvido.
-Y porque somos gastando, compa
Tito.
¡Fua! Pórtate bien.
Yay, yay.
Arre, ta.
Hoy vivo entre mi loquera, mira mis ojeras, ya no creo más en tu mirada.
Hoy me como a la que quiera, las chavalas buenas, todos los fines de semana. Cinco estrellas fue la suite donde la desvestí, le quité su Dolce de
Gabbana y a las estrellas subí.
Pero no fui feliz, me hace falta esa loca en mi cama.
Quiero que no vuelvas a verme pa' dejar de quererte, aunque yo quería todo contigo.
¿Y pa' qué es que me llamas?
Si aquí ya no hay llama y ahora me reclamas que somos amigos.
Solo pienso en tenerte, me ha dañado el quererte, pero yo no te olvido.
Pero yo no te olvido.
Quiero que no vuelvas a verme pa' dejar de quererte, aunque yo quería todo contigo.
¿Cómo olvido tu cama? Fines de semana de pelis, de sushi, de besos, de vino.
Solo pienso en tenerte, me ha dañado el quererte, pero yo no te olvido.
Pero yo no te olvido.
Pero yo no te olvido, chiquitita.
English translation
I woke up among bottles, rosé, I know you loved them.
I already lost you, no way, I'll find something good.
Someone better than you, who looks good in Prada.
Breakfast in Cancun and afternoons in Italy.
I want you to never see me again so I can stop loving you, even though I wanted everything with you.
And why are you calling me?
If there is no longer a flame here and now you claim that we are friends.
It has hurt me to love you, it has hurt me to have you, but I do not forget you.
But I don't forget you.
I want you to never see me again so I can stop loving you, even though I wanted everything with you.
How do I forget your bed? Weekends of movies, sushi, kisses, wine.
I only think about having you, loving you has hurt me, but I don't forget you.
-But I won't forget you.
-And because we are spending, buddy.
Tito.
Whoa! Behave yourself.
Yay, yay.
Arre, ta.
Today I live among my shrink, look at my dark circles, I no longer believe in your look.
Today I eat whoever I want, the good girls, every weekend. Five stars was the suite where I undressed her, took away her Dolce de
Gabbana and I climbed to the stars.
But I wasn't happy, I need that crazy woman in my bed.
I want you to never see me again so I can stop loving you, even though I wanted everything with you.
And why are you calling me?
If there is no longer a call here and now you claim that we are friends.
I only think about having you, loving you has hurt me, but I don't forget you.
But I don't forget you.
I want you to never see me again so I can stop loving you, even though I wanted everything with you.
How do I forget your bed? Weekends of movies, sushi, kisses, wine.
I only think about having you, loving you has hurt me, but I don't forget you.
But I don't forget you.
But I won't forget you, little one.