More songs by SAIKO
More songs by Leire Martinez
Description
Associated Performer: SAIKO, Leire Martinez
Producer, Associated Performer: SAIKO
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Leire Martínez
Composer, Lyricist: Miguel Cantos Gómez
Lyricist, Composer: Ulises Barón Miranda
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Sky
Recording Engineer, Producer: ULI
Producer: MAFF
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: GARABATTO
Lyrics and translation
Original
No se me dan bien las palabras, así que aquí tienes algo con lo que me pueda entender.
En casa hay fantasmas del ayer, se nos un silencio muy fuerte. Contacto cero, ya no puedo ni verte.
La puta misma conversación de siempre.
Ojalá nunca habernos conocido para así no saber cómo se siente el perderte.
Los besos de ayer no los voy a olvidar, mi amor se fue, no lo quiero aceptar.
Te lloraré, ojalá tú no te hubieras ido nunca, pero no estás, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No quiero pensar que me quedé con tantos besos y rosas por darte mi amor llorando y con la voz temblorosa.
Te pido que pienses bien las cosas.
Prefiero discutir a voces que esta casa tan silenciosa. Te fuiste, contigo te llevaste las mariposas.
Oh, oh.
En mi interior siento que ya es tarde, pero no me cansaré de verte en todas partes.
Llévate el dolor y así podré sanarme, llévatelo to' para -olvidarte.
-No estaba listo pa' borrar la foto, todavía está por toda la galería.
Ya cambié tu nombre en WhatsApp, nombre y apellido por cortesía. Así total, pa' que no me llames, ¿qué mierda me importa?
Siento escalofríos cada vez que alguien te nombra.
Cada vez más solo, casi nadie me soporta. Pinto en acuarela lo que veo en pesadillas.
El diablo me dice que ahora la vida es más corta.
Todo lo que amo termino haciéndole daño, la mira perdida todos los días del año. Tengo tu colonia, lo huelo como los paños.
Si cierro los ojos, casi siento que estás por aquí y que sigues dos horas pintándote para salir.
Y, y yo sigo trayéndote ramas de jazmín.
2023, la última vez que fui feliz, ni contigo ni sin ti.
Los besos de ayer no los voy a olvidar, mi amor se fue, no lo quiero aceptar.
Te lloraré, ojalá tú no te hubieras ido nunca, pero no estás, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No quiero pensar que me quedé con tantos besos y rosas por darte mi amor llorando y con la voz temblorosa.
Te pido que pienses bien las cosas.
Prefiero discutir a voces que esta casa tan silenciosa.
Te fuiste, contigo te llevaste las mariposas.
Oh, oh.
No quiero pensar que me quedé con tantos besos y rosas por darte mi amor llorando y con la voz temblorosa.
Te pido que pienses bien las cosas, que prefiero discutir a voces que esta casa tan silenciosa. Te fuiste, contigo te llevaste las mariposas.
Ah, mariposas.
English translation
I'm not good with words, so here's something I can understand.
At home there are ghosts of yesterday, there is a very strong silence. Zero contact, I can't even see you anymore.
Same fucking conversation as always.
I wish we had never met each other so I wouldn't know how it feels to lose you.
I will not forget yesterday's kisses, my love is gone, I don't want to accept it.
I will cry for you, I wish you had never left, but you are not here, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't want to think that I was left with so many kisses and roses for giving you my love while crying and with a trembling voice.
I ask you to think things through.
I prefer to argue loudly than in this silent house. You left, you took the butterflies with you.
Uh-oh.
Deep down I feel like it's already late, but I won't get tired of seeing you everywhere.
Take the pain away and so I can heal, take it all away so I can forget you.
-I wasn't ready to delete the photo, it's still all over the gallery.
I have already changed your name on WhatsApp, first and last name as a courtesy. Just like that, so you don't call me, what the hell do I care?
I get chills every time someone mentions you.
More and more alone, almost no one can stand me. I paint in watercolor what I see in nightmares.
The devil tells me that life is shorter now.
Everything I love ends up hurting her, she looks lost every day of the year. I have your cologne, I smell it like the cloths.
If I close my eyes, I almost feel like you're here and you're spending two hours painting your way out.
And, and I keep bringing you jasmine branches.
2023, the last time I was happy, neither with you nor without you.
I will not forget yesterday's kisses, my love is gone, I don't want to accept it.
I will cry for you, I wish you had never left, but you are not here, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't want to think that I was left with so many kisses and roses for giving you my love while crying and with a trembling voice.
I ask you to think things through.
I prefer to argue loudly than in this silent house.
You left, you took the butterflies with you.
Uh-oh.
I don't want to think that I was left with so many kisses and roses for giving you my love while crying and with a trembling voice.
I ask you to think things through, because I prefer to discuss loudly than in this silent house. You left, you took the butterflies with you.
Ah, butterflies.