More songs by Mora
Description
A room where even the air seems heavier than usual, and the silence is louder than any music. There is no pathos in this story - only raw, nerve-wracking confessions and unanswered questions. Love here does not look like a movie ending, but like a protracted puzzle that has never been solved.
The words sound like things scattered after a quarrel: a little anger, a lot of regret, and the honesty that comes when there is nothing left to lose. This is not a song about defeat, but about the crack between two people through which everything spills out. And perhaps it is in this emptiness that lies the chance to finally stop pretending to be strong.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mi cuarto sigue de luto
Ya ni los placere' me los disfruto
Tu recuerdo va de pasajero cuando conduzco
Le abrí las puertas al amor, pero no cupo
Y desde que estoy solo conmigo es que discuto
Y me pregunto a ver, aunque es mejor ni saber
Porque mientra' menos se sepa, menos te va a doler
Me cansé de comprar recuerdos que después los ibas a devolver
¿Dónde se aprеnde a querer?
¿Dóndе se aprende a querer?
Quisiera que me perdone'
Aunque yo no lo sé hacer
Quiero darte la razón, pero es que odio perder
¿Dónde se aprende a querer?
¿Dónde se aprende a querer?
Quisiera que me perdone'
Aunque yo no lo sé hacer
Quiero darte la razón, pero es que odio perder, ma'
Te juro que no entiendo cómo es que to' lo que toco
Se va derrumbando poco a poco
Tranquila que no fue tu culpa
Ya yo estaba roto
La casa en silencio, pero en mi cabeza un alboroto
Y yo aquí esperando pa que vuelva y pase'
Le faltan fundamento' a tus base'
Como si estuvieras esperando a qué fracase
Pasó tan de repente así como dos estrella' fugace'
Fue tan rápido que siento que ni llegué a conocerla
La vi ayer y me costó reconocerla
¿Pero qué más da?, si esto no va a hacer que vuelva
Yo echándole gasolina sin saber que ella era un Tesla
Si ya estoy en el piso
¿Pa qué vuelves y me pisa'?
Sigo confundiendo sus gemido' con la brisa
Camino de lao a lao, parezco un parabrisa'
Y los recuerdos con el tiempo se borran como la tiza
Promesa' incompleta'
Más letra' en la libreta
Pero por dentro estoy podrido con el alma hueca
Y ahora jangueamos separao
Aunque estamo' en la misma discoteca
No vo'a poder llevarte a restaurantes Michelín
Ni escribirte una cartita pa San Valentín
Te dedico esta canción y esta botella de gin
Y si fuera por mí, no, pero esto llegó a su fin
English translation
My room is still in mourning
I won't even pleasure them anymore, I enjoy them
Your memory is a passenger when I drive
I opened the doors to love, but it didn't fit
And since I'm alone with me I argue
And I wonder to see, although it is better not to know
Because the less you know, the less it will hurt you
I got tired of buying souvenirs that I was going to return later.
Where do you learn to love?
Where do you learn to love?
I would like you to forgive me
Although I don't know how to do it
I want to agree with you, but I hate losing
Where do you learn to love?
Where do you learn to love?
I would like you to forgive me
Although I don't know how to do it
I want to agree with you, but I hate losing, ma'
I swear I don't understand how everything I touch
It is collapsing little by little
Don't worry, it wasn't your fault.
I was already broken
The house is silent, but in my head an uproar
And I'm here waiting for him to come back and pass'
Your bases lack foundation
Like you're waiting for me to fail
It happened so suddenly like two shooting stars
It was so fast that I feel like I didn't even get to know her.
I saw her yesterday and it was difficult for me to recognize her
But what difference does it make? If this isn't going to make him come back.
I poured gas on her without knowing that she was a Tesla
If I'm already on the floor
Why do you come back and step on me?
I keep confusing your moans with the breeze
I walk from lao to lao, I look like a windshield
And memories eventually fade like chalk
'Incomplete' promise
More lyrics in the notebook
But inside I'm rotten with a hollow soul
And now we hang out separately
Although we are in the same nightclub
I won't be able to take you to Michelin restaurants
Not even writing you a letter for Valentine's Day
I dedicate this song and this bottle of gin to you
And if it were up to me, no, but this has come to an end