More songs by Nanpa Básico
Description
Associated Performer: Nanpa Básico
Associated Performer, Programmer: Jocsan Garcia Vargas "Loquera"
Composer, Keyboards, Associated Performer, Programmer, Producer, Lyricist, Recording Engineer: Nicolás Ladrón de Guevara
Recording Engineer, Composer, Keyboards, Lyricist, Producer: Natalia Bautista
Lyricist, Composer: Francisco David Rosero Serna
Composer, Lyricist: Jocsan Garcia Vargas
Recording Engineer, Producer: La Loquera
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
Tus ojos no son azules, pero me recuerdan al mar.
Mis labios no son abedules, son hojitas pa' fumar.
Me gusta cuando se te sube, porque no te quieres bajar.
Aquí el cielo no tiene nubes, la pista no es pa' aterrizar.
No son plantas estas palmas que te tocan, no son arcos estos iris que te miran.
Beso tus labios y no son los de la boca, te está seduciendo un muerto que respira.
Entre más me pongo malo, más se te pone bueno. Disfrazo mi vacío mientras te lleno, solo por impulso me freno.
Cómo me limpia tu veneno, cómo puede ser tan mío algo ajeno, ¡au!
Soy tu blanco, lánzame tu flecha negra, pa' ver si esta tristeza se me alegra.
Corazón de porcelana que no se me quiebra, un triunfo sin ti no se celebra.
Mira cómo cabalgo por la pradera en un unicornio interestelar.
Mami, este bate no es de madera, pero te sirve para jugar.
Mira cómo cabalgo por la pradera en un unicornio interestelar.
Mami, este bate no es de madera, pero te sirve para jugar. Tus ojos no son azules, pero me recuerdan al mar.
Mis labios no son abedules, son hojitas pa' fumar.
Me gusta cuando se te sube, porque no te quieres bajar.
Aquí el cielo no tiene nubes, la pista no es pa' aterrizar.
Mira cómo cabalgo por la pradera en un unicornio interestelar.
Mami, este bate no es de madera, pero te sirve para jugar.
Mira cómo cabalgo por la pradera en un unicornio interestelar.
Mami, este bate no es de madera, pero te sirve para jugar.
English translation
Your eyes are not blue, but they remind me of the sea.
My lips are not birches, they are leaves for smoking.
I like when it gets on you, because you don't want to get off.
Here the sky has no clouds, the runway is not for landing.
These palms that touch you are not plants, these irises that look at you are not arches.
I kiss your lips and they are not those of the mouth, a breathing dead man is seducing you.
The more bad I get, the more good it gets for you. I disguise my emptiness while I fill you, only on impulse do I stop.
How your poison cleanses me, how can something foreign be so mine, ouch!
I am your target, throw me your black arrow, to see if this sadness makes me happy.
Porcelain heart that does not break, a triumph without you is not celebrated.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat is not made of wood, but it is useful for playing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat is not made of wood, but it is useful for playing. Your eyes are not blue, but they remind me of the sea.
My lips are not birches, they are leaves for smoking.
I like when it gets on you, because you don't want to get off.
Here the sky has no clouds, the runway is not for landing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat is not made of wood, but it is useful for playing.
Watch me ride across the prairie on an interstellar unicorn.
Mommy, this bat is not made of wood, but it is useful for playing.