More songs by Sebastian Yatra
More songs by HUMBE
Description
Producer, Vocalist: Sebastián Yatra
Vocalist: Humbe
Recording Engineer, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Nicolas De La Espriella
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Lewis Pickett
Mastering Engineer: Tom Norris
Recording Engineer: Daniel Uribe
Recording Engineer: Humberto Rodriguez
A& R: Aldo Gonzalez
Aand Rcoordinator: Santiago Acebal
Aand Radministrator: Rodolfo Ramos
Composer Lyricist: Sebastián Obando Giraldo
Composer Lyricist: Humberto Rodriguez Terrazas
Composer Lyricist: Emiliano Rodriguez Terrazas
Lyrics and translation
Original
Y en el grande templo de Pisea siento tu frescura, y es que ni siquiera un té de coca me alivia la altura.
Un trébol con sus cuatro ranuras, mi día de suerte, ya que el sol me tenía abandonado y volvió para verte.
Sigilosa baja de puntitas como una pantera, mi camisa te luce gigante y hermosa te queda.
Te la pasas subiendo y bajando por la escalera, como de niña va modelando en su pasarela.
Algo que me fascina, llama de cafeína.
Tu silueta a contraluz me llama, me carga.
Pétalos en la orilla, iniciales con la tiza.
Tu nombre en mi corazón se graba, me sana.
Luces como fuegos en el cielo, polvorando allá a lo lejos, como escándalo de nieve, la nostalgia que me da saber que el tiempo anda.
Sigilosa baja de puntitas como una pantera, mi camisa te luce gigante y hermosa te queda.
Te la pasas subiendo y bajando por la escalera, como de niña va modelando en su pasarela.
Algo que me fascina, llama de cafeína.
Tu silueta a contraluz me llama, me recarga.
Pétalos en la orilla, iniciales con la tiza.
Tu nombre en mi corazón se graba, me sana.
Y en el grande templo de Pisea siento tu frescura, y es que ni siquiera un té de coca me alivia la altura.
Mi trébol de cuatro ranuras, mi día de suerte, ya que el sol de estar desorientado regresó, regresó para verte.
English translation
And in the great temple of Pisea I feel your freshness, and not even a coca tea relieves my altitude.
A clover with its four slots, my lucky day, since the sun had abandoned me and came back to see you.
Stealthy, tiptoeing like a panther, my shirt looks huge on you and looks beautiful on you.
You spend your time going up and down the stairs, like you were modeling on the catwalk as a child.
Something that fascinates me is called caffeine.
Your silhouette in the backlight calls me, it charges me.
Petals on the edge, initials with chalk.
Your name is recorded in my heart, it heals me.
Lights like fires in the sky, dusting there in the distance, like a snow scandal, the nostalgia that gives me knowing that time is moving.
Stealthy, tiptoeing like a panther, my shirt looks huge on you and looks beautiful on you.
You spend your time going up and down the stairs, like you were modeling on the catwalk as a child.
Something that fascinates me is called caffeine.
Your backlit silhouette calls me, recharges me.
Petals on the edge, initials with chalk.
Your name is recorded in my heart, it heals me.
And in the great temple of Pisea I feel your freshness, and not even a coca tea relieves my altitude.
My four-slotted clover, my lucky day, since the sun of being disoriented returned, returned to see you.