More songs by Melendi
Description
Producer: Jose de Castro
Writer: Ramon Melendi Espina
Lyrics and translation
Original
El motivo de esta carta es pedirte que no vuelvas
Ya se ha deshecho la tarta, ya se apagaron las velas
No calientan los fogones, ya ni corren las cortinas
Ni siquiera los ratones andan ya por la cocina
Y a veces una jaula nos da la libertad
Probablemente, de la jaula que hablo sea un bar
Para olvidar
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia
De ahogar tus besos en quintos de cerveza
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares
Hoy estoy de acuerdo, voy a empezar por lo bares
Y aunque tenga el corazón aún cerrado por las obras
Y aunque últimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío
Te escribo está última carta, amor mío
El motivo de esta carta es pedirte que me entiendas
Se han marcha'o mis calcetines pa' ir en busca de tus medias
Ya no es corriente ni el agua, no me enroscan las bombillas
Ya no cierran los cajones porque extrañan tus braguitas
Y a veces una jaula nos da la libertad
Probablemente, de la jaula que hablo sea un bar
Para olvidar
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia
De ahogar tus besos en quintos de cerveza
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares
Hoy estoy de acuerdo, voy a empezar por lo bares
Y aunque tenga el corazón aún cerrado por las obras
Y aunque últimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío
Te escribo está última carta, amor mío
¿Realmente me has querido? No
No lo podrás decir
Si solo con mirarme, sí
Te crece la nariz
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia
De ahogar tus besos en quintos de cerveza
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares
Hoy estoy de acuerdo, voy a empezar por lo bares
Y aunque tenga el corazón aún cerrado por las obras
Y aunque últimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío
Te escribo está última carta, amor mío
English translation
The reason for this letter is to ask you not to return.
The cake has already been undone, the candles have already been extinguished
They don't heat the stoves, they don't even draw the curtains anymore
Not even the mice walk around the kitchen anymore.
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom
The cage I'm talking about is probably a bar.
to forget
Today is the day of melancholy
To drown your kisses in fifths of beer
You always said you wanted to see places
Today I agree, I'm going to start with the bars
And although my heart is still closed by the works
And although lately I always see the glass half empty
I am writing this last letter to you, my love.
The reason for this letter is to ask you to understand me.
My socks have left to go in search of your stockings
Not even the water is running anymore, my light bulbs don't screw in
They don't close the drawers anymore because they miss your panties
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom
The cage I'm talking about is probably a bar.
to forget
Today is the day of melancholy
To drown your kisses in fifths of beer
You always said you wanted to see places
Today I agree, I'm going to start with the bars
And although my heart is still closed by the works
And although lately I always see the glass half empty
I am writing this last letter to you, my love.
Have you really loved me? No
You won't be able to say it
Yes just by looking at me, yes
Your nose grows
Today is the day of melancholy
To drown your kisses in fifths of beer
You always said you wanted to see places
Today I agree, I'm going to start with the bars
And although my heart is still closed by the works
And although lately I always see the glass half empty
I am writing this last letter to you, my love.