More songs by Dani Fernández
Description
Drums: Coki Giménez
Vocals: Dani Fernández
Masterer: Dave Kutch
Mixer: Felipe Guevara
Guitar: Gérard Rodríguez
Engineer: Pablo Pulido
Bass, Programming: Paco Salazar
Engineer, Producer: Paco Salazar
Writer: Dani Fernández
Writer: Yarea Guillén
Lyrics and translation
Original
Echo de menos competir
Por ver quién lo haría mejor
Sabiendo que estabas sacando
Mi mejor versión
Y terminar sin discutir
Por no encontrar la inspiración
Supe que estabas conquistando
La misma nación que yo
Y no te quise dirigir
Giras a estribor
Para ver si sigo ahí
Y nos comimos con las manos
Y ya no tiene remedio
Ahora habrá que conformarse con los restos
Has puesto el listón muy alto
Y no consigues mantenerlo
¿Cuánto más vas a estirar ese recuerdo?
Echo de menos digerir
Que me has escrito otra canción
Y ya no cantas por nosotros
Somos carne de cañón
He recaído en la ilusión
De ver que vamos a mejor
Y no te veo conquistando
La misma nación que yo
Y no te quise dirigir
Giras a estribor
Para ver si sigo ahí
Y nos comimos con las manos
Y ya no tiene remedio
Ahora habrá que conformarse con los restos
Has puesto el listón muy alto
Y no consigues mantenerlo
¿Cuánto más vas a estirar ese recuerdo?
Y nos comimos con las manos
Y ya no tiene remedio
Ahora habrá que conformarse con los restos
Has puesto el listón muy alto
Y no consigues mantenerlo
¿Cuánto más vas a estirar ese recuerdo?
Echo de menos competir
Por ver quién lo haría mejor
Sabiendo que estabas sacando...
English translation
I miss competing
To see who would do it better
Knowing what you were taking out
my best version
And finish without arguing
For not finding inspiration
I knew you were conquering
The same nation as me
And I didn't want to direct you
Starboard turns
To see if I'm still there
And we ate with our hands
And there is no remedy
Now we will have to make do with the remains
You have set the bar very high
And you can't keep it
How much longer are you going to stretch that memory?
I miss digesting
that you have written me another song
And you no longer sing for us
We are cannon fodder
I have relapsed into illusion
To see that we are getting better
And I don't see you conquering
The same nation as me
And I didn't want to direct you
Starboard turns
To see if I'm still there
And we ate with our hands
And there is no remedy
Now we will have to make do with the remains
You have set the bar very high
And you can't keep it
How much longer are you going to stretch that memory?
And we ate with our hands
And there is no remedy
Now we will have to make do with the remains
You have set the bar very high
And you can't keep it
How much longer are you going to stretch that memory?
I miss competing
To see who would do it better
Knowing what you were getting...