More songs by Leire Martinez
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Description
Flirting that makes your head spin - like wine on a half-empty terrace. An accent, jeans, a smile - it all adds up to a chemical reaction where reason immediately goes out the window. It seems like just a conversation, but there's already a spark in the air, and every phrase sounds like a hint.
Everything is easy, slightly cheeky, without obligations or unnecessary drama. Just a meeting of two people who decided for a second not to pretend to be smart and reserved. And let friends joke, and time is gold, right now it melts slowly, like ice in a glass. Because being “on your wavelength” is sometimes the only way to truly live.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tonto por ti
Por tu acento de pijita de Madrid
Te me pega' y yo me subo por las paredes
Con la copa fría y el corazón caliente
Mientras yo la miro, me enseña los dientes
Algo me dice que ella es diferente
El tiempo es oro y no me da la gana de pasarlo solo
Mis colegas me dicen que parezco un bobo
¿Y qué le hago si es que yo me siento...?
Tonto por ti
Por tu acento de pijita de Madrid
Por la forma en la que te queda ese jean
Te me pega' y yo me subo por las paredes
Y si nos largamos tempranito de aquí
Deja a medias el cubata y no a mí
Que aquí dentro no me entero bien de lo que quieres
Te sonrío y ya sé que es por mí
Mis amigas ya están listas, ya se van de aquí
Si tu tiempo es mío y el mío es pa ti
Llévame a tu barrio y me enseñas tu Madrid
Nene, si tú quieres puedes recogerme en tu moto los viernes
Y aunque yo me haga la dura, me entretiene
Esa chulería al andar que me pone a temblar
El tiempo es oro y no me da la gana de pasarlo solo
Mis colegas me dicen que parezco un bobo
¿Y qué le hago si es que yo me siento...?
Tonta por ti
Por tu acento de pijito de Madrid
Por la forma en la que te queda ese jean
Te me pegas y me subo por las paredes
Y si nos largamos tempranito de aquí
Deja a medias el cubata y no a mí
Que aquí dentro no me entero bien de lo que quieres
El tiempo es oro
De ti me enamoro
Contigo el tiempo es oro
Por ti lo dejo todo
Tonto por ti
Por tu acento de pijita de Madrid
Por la forma en la que te queda ese jean
Te me pegas y yo me subo por las paredes
Y si nos largamos tempranito de aquí
Deja a medias el cubata y no a mí
Que aquí dentro no me entero bien de lo que quieres
Por tu acento de pijita de Madrid
Te me pega' y yo me subo por las paredes
English translation
Fool for you
Because of your posh accent from Madrid
He hits me' and I go up the walls
With a cold cup and a warm heart
While I look at her, she shows me her teeth
Something tells me that she is different
Time is money and I don't feel like spending it alone
My colleagues tell me I look like a fool
And what do I do if I feel...?
Fool for you
Because of your posh accent from Madrid
Because of the way that jean fits on you.
He hits me' and I go up the walls
And if we leave here early
Leave the cubata halfway and not me
That in here I don't really understand what you want
I smile at you and I already know it's because of me
My friends are ready, they are leaving here
If your time is mine and mine is for you
Take me to your neighborhood and show me your Madrid
Baby, if you want you can pick me up on your motorcycle on Fridays
And even though I act tough, it entertains me
That cockiness when walking that makes me tremble
Time is money and I don't feel like spending it alone
My colleagues tell me I look like a fool
And what do I do if I feel...?
Silly for you
Because of your posh accent from Madrid
Because of the way that jean fits on you.
You hit me and I climb the walls
And if we leave here early
Leave the cubata halfway and not me
That in here I don't really understand what you want
time is money
I fall in love with you
With you time is gold
For you I leave everything
Fool for you
Because of your posh accent from Madrid
Because of the way that jean fits on you.
You hit me and I go up the walls
And if we leave here early
Leave the cubata halfway and not me
That in here I don't really understand what you want
Because of your posh accent from Madrid
He hits me' and I go up the walls