More songs by Carmen Lillo
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Description
Through the smoke and strobe lights, a strange confession emerges - the club beat pounds through your veins, and inside, fragments of old promises seem to fly apart. There are no strangers here, just two people locked in their own aquarium, where the air smells of pills and unspoken words. She is like a flash of neon light, he is like a shop window that he has been staring at for too long.
In this song, the dance floor becomes a confessional, and the chorus becomes a lock on the door. Sweet fatigue, nervous anger, defiant phrases, and an attempt to break free from a sticky dependence. But behind every line is a desire to wake up far away, by the sea, where no one breaks the silence and where the light does not hurt the eyes.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nadie más puede entrar.
Nadie más puede entrar.
Nadie más puede entrar.
Suena la música dentro del club. No hay nadie afuera, solo estamos tú y yo.
Bajo la luz, grita intentando cambiar mi opinión, buscando el nombre que le reemplazó su corazón.
Tiene mi cruz.
Los ojitos de llorar, las pupilas dilatadas.
No me quiere soltar, nadie más puede entrar. Nadie más puede entrar.
Me quería en su vitrina, me quería consumida.
La vida de fluoxetina me subía los tuits. Mensajes de madrugada y otro ataque en el salón.
Diez de pan por la mañana pa' no perder la razón. Que soy mala, una puta, unida por la ambición.
Soy la mala, mala, mala por romper el corazón.
No, no me esperes hasta la noche encerrada.
En lo oscuro me vienen más flashes que me, que me alertan.
Los ojitos de llorar, las pupilas dilatadas.
No me quiere soltar, nadie más puede entrar.
Intenté cortar de golpe, apuré cada calada.
No me quiere soltar, nadie más puede entrar. Nadie más puede entrar.
Quiero despertar en un sitio muy lejos, cerquita del mar, nada que rompa el silencio.
English translation
No one else can enter.
No one else can enter.
No one else can enter.
Music plays inside the club. There's no one outside, it's just you and me.
Under the light, he screams, trying to change my opinion, searching for the name that replaced his heart.
He has my cross.
Little eyes crying, pupils dilated.
He doesn't want to let me go, no one else can enter. No one else can enter.
He wanted me in his showcase, he wanted me consumed.
Fluoxetine life uploaded my tweets. Early morning messages and another attack in the living room.
Ten for bread in the morning to not lose your mind. That I'm bad, a whore, united by ambition.
I'm the bad, bad, bad one for breaking the heart.
No, don't wait for me until the night locked up.
In the dark, more flashes come to me than me, which alert me.
Little eyes crying, pupils dilated.
He doesn't want to let me go, no one else can enter.
I tried to cut straight, I took each puff.
He doesn't want to let me go, no one else can enter. No one else can enter.
I want to wake up in a place very far away, close to the sea, nothing to break the silence.