More songs by Nanpa Básico
Description
Associated Performer: Nanpa Básico
Guitar: Daniel Uribe
Trumpet: Elkin Quevedo
Producer, Programmer, Associated Performer, Composer, Lyricist: Adrián Navarro
Keyboards, Associated Performer, Programmer, Recording Engineer, Producer: Nicolás Ladrón de Guevara
Recording Engineer, Keyboards, Associated Performer, Programmer, Producer: Natalia Bautista
Lyricist, Composer: Francisco David Rosero Serna
Composer, Lyricist: Diego Bollella Urtusastegui Bollella Urtusastegui
Mixing Engineer: Stefano Pizzaia
Mastering Engineer: Carlos Freitas
A& R Director: Oriana Hidalgo
A& R Director: Alejandro Jiménez
A& R Director: Edgar Bohórquez
A& R Director: Rafa Arcaute
A& R Coordinator: Mariana Mondragón
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ey!
Estoy en mi habitación
Fumándome otro bastón
Sin ninguna razón
Aquí pensándote
Como en peli de ficción
Pienso en saltar del balcón
Espero que no termine
Lanzándome
Otra vez esa voz
No me levanta el castigo
Este maldito dolor
Se acostumbró a vivir conmigo
Porque no encuentro una
Del calibre de tus besos
Dime qué me has hecho
Corte, otro cartucho
No me importa si voy preso
Dispárame en el pecho
Dispárame en el pecho
Yo no estoy muerto
Ni estoy vivo
Mira en qué me he convertido
Soy un maldito agresivo
Fumo veneno escondido
Estoy ansioso, depresivo
Escaso de motivos
Examen de nostalgia
Positivo
El día que te duela
Tú vas a entender
Que la vida no es tan buena
Mami, el día que te duela
Vas a abrir los ojos y verás
Que lo que hiciste
Al final no valió la pena
No valió la pena
Porque no encuentro una
Del calibre de tus besos
Dime qué me has hecho
Corte, otro cartucho
No me importa si voy preso
Dispárame en el pecho
No me importa si voy preso
Dispárame en el pecho
English translation
Hey!
I'm in my room
Smoking another stick
For no reason
here thinking of you
Like in a fiction movie
I think about jumping from the balcony
I hope it doesn't end
throwing me
That voice again
The punishment does not lift me
This damn pain
He got used to living with me
Because I can't find one
Of the caliber of your kisses
Tell me what have you done to me
Cut, another cartridge
I don't care if I go to prison
Shoot me in the chest
Shoot me in the chest
I'm not dead
I'm not even alive
Look what I've become
I'm fucking aggressive
I smoke hidden poison
I'm anxious, depressed
Lack of reasons
nostalgia test
Positive
The day it hurts you
You will understand
that life is not so good
Mommy, the day it hurts you
You will open your eyes and you will see
that what you did
In the end it wasn't worth it
It wasn't worth it
Because I can't find one
Of the caliber of your kisses
Tell me what have you done to me
Cut, another cartridge
I don't care if I go to prison
Shoot me in the chest
I don't care if I go to prison
Shoot me in the chest