More songs by Tito Double P
Description
There are times when everything around you feels like the backdrop to your own little drama. Your heart aches, betrayals linger, but instead of tears, there are bottles, noisy company, and conversations that will be forgotten by morning. The moon in the sky becomes almost an accomplice, silently watching and agreeing, while the mind dissolves in music and strong alcohol.
There is no place for postcard romance in these lines: here, love is more of a burn than a cure. It is easier to admit that you even like the pain than to build illusions again. Everything sparkles with a mixture of self-irony and honesty: yes, the heart is in turmoil, yes, the head is in a fog, but the night, at least for a short time, turns into a refuge. And even if tomorrow will be difficult again, right now this madness is the only thing that is truly alive.
Lyrics and translation
Original
El corazón claro que duele
Otra traición, y a mí me pese
Reconocer si me estremeces
¿Qué es que hago yo? Ni los tres meses
Nada especial, mi criptonita
Y, aunque hubo más, mi favorita
Tú llorarás, me necesitas
¿Dónde es que estás? Tú tan bonita
Solo vaciando unos botes y viendo a la luna
Solo que esta noche sí tiene algo de especial
Por enfocarme en tus ojos, perdí la cordura
Y hoy en la puta loquera me quiero quedar
¡Ay, mamá!
Tito Double P
Bélico, pero no tanto, mija
!Wuh!
Compadre
Ah
Al corazón puras mentiras
Tuve razón, nomás te miras
Pa'l desamor unas amigas
Pa mí un gallón, pa ellas tequila
Nada de amor ni de familia
Otro loquerón, polvos me animan
Soy un cabrón, y me lastimas
Fan del dolor, pero asesinas
Solo vaciando unos botes y viendo a la luna
Solo que esta noche sí tiene algo de especial
Por enfocarme en tus ojos, perdí la cordura
Y hoy en la puta loquera me quiero quedar, ay
English translation
The clear heart that hurts
Another betrayal, and I regret it
Recognize if you shake me
What am I doing? Not even three months
Nothing special, my kryptonite
And, although there were more, my favorite
You will cry, you need me
Where are you? you so pretty
Just emptying some jars and looking at the moon
Only tonight has something special
By focusing on your eyes, I lost my sanity
And today in the fucking shrink I want to stay
Oh, mom!
Tito Double P
Warlike, but not that much, mija
Wuh!
Compadre
oh
To the heart pure lies
I was right, just look at yourself
For the heartbreak of some friends
For me a gallon, for them tequila
No love or family
Another loquerón, powders cheer me up
I'm a bastard, and you hurt me
Fan of pain, but you murder
Just emptying some jars and looking at the moon
Only tonight has something special
By focusing on your eyes, I lost my sanity
And today I want to stay at the fucking shrink, oh