Description
Once upon a time, everything seemed luxurious - the scent of Chanel on the skin, mirrored smiles, and the certainty that love must sparkle. And then winter came, cold not only outside but inside too, and even the brightest lips couldn't kiss for real. It turns out you can be gentle and still lose if the other person is just playing games. But the resentment evaporates, leaving only a calm “let them regret it.” Because the heart no longer asks for proof - it has burned its scars and learned to dance to its own rhythm. And let those who once forgot how to love now remember - too late, too beautiful.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Quizá se le olvidó.
Ay, que los besos más humildes le borraron de la piel el Chanel. Y ya no reclamo na.
Eso quedó en el ayer.
Agradecerle a esos ojos que la vieron llorar una vez.
Y ya tú ves.
Quizá se le olvidó decir que me quería en esa tarde tan fría de invierno.
Ay, por prestarle atención a la ropa, la cara y el cuerpo.
Quizá se le olvidó.
Ay, mi Dios.
Quizá perdí en la batalla porque el que merece no pide que me amare y quisiera de la forma en que yo lo hice.
Y es que amar con habilidad nunca ha sido posible.
Yo no me niego al amor, no me niego a nada que me dé pasión.
Yo no me niego a sus besos, que son traicioneros y matan de dolor.
Sí, soy sentimental.
Cuando te acuestes con alguien, ya tú verás que no es igual.
Lo vas a lamentar. Ay, mi Dios.
Quizá perdí en la batalla porque el que merece no pide que me amare y quisiera de la forma en que yo lo hice.
Y es que amar con habilidad nunca ha sido posible.
Yo no me niego al amor, no me niego a nada que me dé pasión.
Yo no me niego a sus besos, que son traicioneros y matan de dolor.
Sí, soy sentimental. Cuando te acuestes con alguien, ya tú verás que no es igual.
Lo vas a lamentar.
Hiciste lo que hiciste cuando quisiste con quien quisiste y quieres volver, pero ya no es lo mismo. Rompiste mi corazón sin compasión.
Jugaste con mis sentimientos y mi amor. Date una vuelta, que llegó mi momento. No quiero verte.
Yo sé que estás sufriendo. Mami, goodbye. Llegó la despedida. Ya que Dios se lo dio.
Ay, mi Dios.
Quizá perdí en la batalla porque el que merece no pide que me amare y quisiera de la forma en que yo lo hice.
Y es que amar con habilidad nunca ha sido posible.
Yo no me niego al amor, no me niego a nada que me dé pasión.
Yo no me niego a sus besos, que son traicioneros y matan de dolor.
Sí, soy sentimental.
Cuando te acuestes con alguien, ya tú verás que no es igual.
Lo vas a lamentar. Ay, mi Dios.
Quizá perdí en la batalla porque el que merece no pide que me amare y quisiera de la forma en que yo lo hice.
Y es que amar con habilidad nunca ha sido posible.
Yo no me niego al amor, no me niego a nada que me dé pasión.
Yo no me niego a sus besos, que son traicioneros y matan de dolor.
Sí, soy sentimental. Cuando te acuestes con alguien, ya tú verás que no es igual.
Lo vas a lamentar.
English translation
Maybe he forgot.
Oh, the most humble kisses erased the Chanel from her skin. And I no longer claim anything.
That was yesterday.
Thank those eyes that saw her cry once.
And now you see.
Maybe he forgot to say that he loved me on that cold winter afternoon.
Oh, for paying attention to clothes, face and body.
Maybe he forgot.
Oh, my God.
Maybe I lost in the battle because the one who deserves does not ask to love me and want me the way I did.
And loving with skill has never been possible.
I do not deny myself love, I do not deny myself anything that gives me passion.
I do not refuse his kisses, which are treacherous and kill with pain.
Yes, I am sentimental.
When you sleep with someone, you will see that it is not the same.
You're going to regret it. Oh, my God.
Maybe I lost in the battle because the one who deserves does not ask to love me and want me the way I did.
And loving with skill has never been possible.
I do not deny myself love, I do not deny myself anything that gives me passion.
I do not refuse his kisses, which are treacherous and kill with pain.
Yes, I am sentimental. When you sleep with someone, you will see that it is not the same.
You're going to regret it.
You did what you did when you wanted with whoever you wanted and you want to go back, but it's not the same anymore. You broke my heart without mercy.
You played with my feelings and my love. Take a look, my time has come. I don't want to see you.
I know you are suffering. Mommy, goodbye. The farewell arrived. Since God gave it to him.
Oh, my God.
Maybe I lost in the battle because the one who deserves does not ask to love me and want me the way I did.
And loving with skill has never been possible.
I do not deny myself love, I do not deny myself anything that gives me passion.
I do not refuse his kisses, which are treacherous and kill with pain.
Yes, I am sentimental.
When you sleep with someone, you will see that it is not the same.
You're going to regret it. Oh, my God.
Maybe I lost in the battle because the one who deserves does not ask to love me and want me the way I did.
And loving with skill has never been possible.
I do not deny myself love, I do not deny myself anything that gives me passion.
I do not refuse his kisses, which are treacherous and kill with pain.
Yes, I am sentimental. When you sleep with someone, you will see that it is not the same.
You're going to regret it.