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Description
El Patio · Pepe : Vizio · Delaossa · KIDDO · Vicente Perez Carmona · Jose Sánchez Vera Serrano · Daniel Martinez de la Ossa Romero · Juan Pedro Moreno Carril
Producer: Pepe : Vizio
Producer: KIDDO
Producer: Antonio Narváez
Music Publisher: Helsinkipro
Music Publisher: Warner Chappell Music Spain
Lyrics and translation
Original
El patio de tu casa huele a flores y pinta el barrio de colores.
Y todo me sabe a ti, todo me sabe a ti.
En mi cabeza había nubarrones y humo negro en mis pulmones de pensar en ti, de pensar en ti. Lagrimitas en la mesa pa olvidar el veneno.
Un traguito cada vez que te echaba de menos.
Las noches se hacían largas, mai, como tu pelo y bajo la gota amarga que pintaba el cielo.
Colillas con pintalabios en el cenicero me recuerdan que no me quieres como yo quiero.
Pa llenarme el vacío solo salgo y bebo, despierto vacío y caigo de nuevo.
Solo por los portales la sangre se hiela, rompiste los cristales de mala manera.
Cuando la luz se sale no estás a mi vera, te lloran los rosales, seca la hierbabuena.
Mami, tú lo presumías que te ves pasando, toos los ojitos se te quedan mirando.
Llevas las medallitas y los vaqueros blancos, esos andares iluminan el barrio.
El patio de tu casa huele a flores y pinta el barrio de colores.
Y todo me sabe a ti, todo me sabe a ti.
En mi cabeza había nubarrones y humo negro en mis pulmones de pensar en ti, de pensar en ti.
Y yo recuerdo tu olor como el de los jazmines del barrio bañás por el rocío de madrugá.
Sé que estás con otro pibe y eso me deprime, pero la verdad que enhorabuena.
Aunque yo estuve buscando cada fin de semana tu sabor en otros labios, la misma ilusión, eso no era amor, era una obsesión.
Y me falta el aire, estoy en una trampa y me asomo todos los días pa'l cielo a ver si escampa.
Te lloré mis lágrimas de color lavanda, tú eres como una deuda que nunca se salda.
Yo estaré despierto si vuelves mañana, aunque tengas canas y arruguitas en la cara. No voy a olvidar nunca ese color de tu mirada.
Verde, verde, verde.
Y es que el patio de tu casa huele a flores y pinta el barrio de colores.
Y todo me sabe a ti, todo me sabe a ti.
En mi cabeza había nubarrones y humo negro en mis pulmones de pensar en ti, de pensar en ti.
Como tambalea cuando tú pasas, el agua de la fuente cae en la plaza.
Te vas vestido verde esperanza, a tu paso vuelan palomas blancas solo por ti.
Solo por ti. Solo por ti.
Solo por ti.
Como tambalea cuando tú pasas, el agua de la fuente cae en la plaza.
Te vas vestido verde esperanza, a tu paso vuelan palomas blancas solo por ti.
Solo por ti. Solo por ti
English translation
The patio of your house smells like flowers and paints the neighborhood with colors.
And everything tastes like you, everything tastes like you.
There were clouds in my head and black smoke in my lungs from thinking about you, from thinking about you. Little tears at the table to forget the poison.
A little drink every time I missed you.
The nights became long, mai, like your hair and under the bitter drop that painted the sky.
Lipstick butts in the ashtray remind me that you don't love me the way I want.
To fill the void I just go out and drink, wake up empty and fall again.
Only through the portals does the blood freeze, you broke the glass in a bad way.
When the light goes out you are not at my side, the rose bushes cry for you, the mint dries up.
Mommy, you thought you were passing by, all the little eyes were staring at you.
You wear the little medals and the white jeans, those walks light up the neighborhood.
The patio of your house smells like flowers and paints the neighborhood with colors.
And everything tastes like you, everything tastes like you.
There were clouds in my head and black smoke in my lungs from thinking about you, from thinking about you.
And I remember your smell like that of the jasmines in the neighborhood bathed by early morning dew.
I know you're with another kid and that depresses me, but really, congratulations.
Although I was looking every weekend for your flavor on other lips, the same illusion, that was not love, it was an obsession.
And I'm out of breath, I'm in a trap and I look out at the sky every day to see if it clears.
I cried my lavender tears to you, you are like a debt that is never paid off.
I'll be awake if you come back tomorrow, even if you have gray hair and wrinkles on your face. I will never forget that color of your eyes.
Green, green, green.
And the patio of your house smells like flowers and paints the neighborhood with colors.
And everything tastes like you, everything tastes like you.
There were clouds in my head and black smoke in my lungs from thinking about you, from thinking about you.
As it staggers when you pass, the water from the fountain falls into the square.
You leave dressed in green hope, white doves fly in your wake just for you.
Just for you. Just for you.
Just for you.
As it staggers when you pass, the water from the fountain falls into the square.
You leave dressed in green hope, white doves fly in your wake just for you.
Just for you. just for you