More songs by Fabio Capri
Description
Once upon a time, my heart would leap at every notification, but now it only reacts to the bass from the club speakers. The dance floor has become my psychotherapy, and my friends' laughter is the best filter for old feelings. No more calls “out of habit,” no more late-night emotional interrogations on speakerphone. Now there's only light alcohol, loud confidence, and a little bit of complacency - the kind that comes when you realize you've exhaled, let go, and are even enjoying yourself.
The love drama is over, but not tragically - more like a TV series where the ending is predictable, but the soundtrack rocks.
Lyrics and translation
Original
¿Cómo fue que me colgó pa' estar llamándome otra vez?
¿Se te olvidó que el reloj no gira al revés?
Está claro que el vata aquel no te come bien ni te trata bien.
Por más que me hagas señas, no voy a pelarte.
Y aunque me pases la ubi, no voy a buscarte. Ya no quiero verte, me apendejé y te creí de más.
Quiero hasta la muerte, pero si vuelves no va a ser igual.
Ábrete, vete, que aquí, mija, yo ya te torcí. Pelate y suerte, que otro cabrón te venga a hacer feliz.
Tengo otra enganchá en la mano como una Van Cleef.
Yo aquí haciendo desmadre en el antro y tú sin dormir.
Qué cabrón se siente tomando Gregos con mi baby, pasando la chill con mi gente. Si te veo, digo: "See you later".
Por más que me hagas señas, no voy a pelarte.
Y aunque me pases la ubi, no voy a buscarte. Ya no quiero verte, me apendejé y te creí de más.
Quiero hasta la muerte, pero si vuelves no va a ser igual.
Ábrete, vete, que aquí, mija, yo ya te torcí. Pelate y suerte, que otro cabrón te venga a hacer feliz.
English translation
How did he hang up on me so he was calling me again?
Did you forget that the clock doesn't turn backwards?
It is clear that that vata does not eat you well or treat you well.
No matter how much you make signs to me, I'm not going to fight you.
And even if you give me the ubi, I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to see you anymore, I got upset and believed you too much.
I love it to death, but if you come back it won't be the same.
Open up, go, because here, mija, I have already twisted you. Peel off and good luck, may another bastard come to make you happy.
I have another hook in my hand like a Van Cleef.
I'm here making a mess in the club and you're sleepless.
What a bastard it feels to be drinking Gregos with my baby, chilling with my people. If I see you, I say: "See you later."
No matter how much you make signs to me, I'm not going to fight you.
And even if you give me the ubi, I'm not going to look for you. I don't want to see you anymore, I got upset and believed you too much.
I love it to death, but if you come back it won't be the same.
Open up, go, because here, mija, I have already twisted you. Peel off and good luck, may another bastard come to make you happy.