More songs by Zaira
Description
Here it is - the final scene of the soap opera, where the heroine does not cry, but dramatically fixes her hair, pulls out her suitcase, and closes the door behind her. Her lips are painted with “new life” lipstick, her voice is tired, but with a pearly glimmer of dignity. Because if anyone was “crazy” in this story, it certainly wasn't her.
This is a song where resentment turns into strength and tears turn into gloss. Where the phrase “ya no estoy tan loca” sounds not like an excuse, but like a victory. And even if everything there reeks of someone else's perfume, at least the air is finally clean - and it smells of freedom, morning coffee, and new rules of the game.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Otra cena que no llegas y la paso sola
Cuando te llamo, tú nunca contesta'
Ya estoy cansada y estas no son hora'
Nuestra relación cuelga de un hilo
Invéntate otra cosa, esa no va conmigo
Las diez de la mañana y aquí no has dormido
El cuento se te acaba, no hay perdón ni olvido
Siempre me llamabas "loca"
Y tú mientras, besando otra boca
Una mujer nunca se equivoca
Porque hay otro perfume en tu ropa
Siempre me llamabas loca
Y tú mientras, besando otra boca
Una mujer nunca se equivoca
Porque hay otro perfume en tu ropa
Ya no estoy tan loca
No te atrevas a mentir, tengo pruebas de sobra
Ve, coge tus maletas, esto no se perdona
Ve con ella y finge que también te enamoras
Perdí mi tiempo por amar
Y aunque dolía la verdad
Alguna de tus mentiras se clava como espina
Una herida con sal nunca se puede curar
Vete, amor, y sin mirar atrás
Si esa fue tu decisión
Yo no te voy a llorar
Siempre me llamabas loca
Y tú mientras, besando otra boca
Una mujer nunca se equivoca
Porque hay otro perfume en tu ropa
Siempre me llamabas loca
Y tú mientras, besando otra boca
Una mujer nunca se equivoca
Porque hay otro perfume en tu ropa
Ya no estoy tan loca
English translation
Another dinner that you don't arrive and I spend it alone
When I call you, you never answer
I'm already tired and this is not the time
Our relationship hangs by a thread
Invent something else, that doesn't suit me
Ten in the morning and you haven't slept here
The story is over, there is no forgiveness or forgetting
You always called me "crazy"
And you meanwhile, kissing another mouth
A woman is never wrong
Because there is another perfume on your clothes
You always called me crazy
And you meanwhile, kissing another mouth
A woman is never wrong
Because there is another perfume on your clothes
I'm not so crazy anymore
Don't you dare lie, I have plenty of proof
Go, take your suitcases, this is not forgiven
Go with her and pretend that you fall in love too
I wasted my time for love
And although the truth hurt
Some of your lies stick like a thorn
A wound with salt can never be healed
Go, love, and without looking back
If that was your decision
I'm not going to cry for you
You always called me crazy
And you meanwhile, kissing another mouth
A woman is never wrong
Because there is another perfume on your clothes
You always called me crazy
And you meanwhile, kissing another mouth
A woman is never wrong
Because there is another perfume on your clothes
I'm not so crazy anymore