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Description
Composer: Gonzalo Cidre Aranaz
Composer: Fernando Hisado Maldonado
Composer: Jorge Escorial Moreno
Composer: Júlia Isern Tomás
Composer: Pau Donés
Producer: Pablo Gareta
Producer: SokeThugPro
Arranger: Jaackstone
Arranger: BatzOut
Vocal Recording Engineer: Pablo Gareta
Vocal Recording Engineer: Alex Cappa
Vocal Recording Engineer: The Iconics
Mixer: Pablo Gareta
Mixer: SokeThugPro
Masterer: Koar
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ih. . .
No sé cómo estás, sé que me faltas.
Y aunque me joda, hay que decir que por ti todo lo apostaba y quedé sin nada, no sé por qué.
Vente conmigo al peor antro de la ciudad, en el que te encuentras lo mejor de cada portal.
Allí donde se esconden los que quieren olvidar y los besos saben a tabaco y a diazepam.
El rojo de tu boca y tu olor a mota, whisky a la roca, mi vida loca.
Aprender de la derrota y echarle pelotas, del sitio del que venimos, eso es -lo que nos toca.
-Por un beso de la flaca yo daría lo que fuera, y ahora no sé si los ojos de esa gata miran hacia cualquiera.
Hay heridas que no puedo coser para volver a ser ese que era antes de que tú me conocieras, y que la última vez que te fuera a comer sea como la primera.
Y ahora quiero vivir sin miedo al mañana, como si nada importara, tuve que alejarme a mi -pesar.
-Ya no puedo verte una vez más, si me miras, se me olvida hasta respirar.
Me quedé sin lágrimas de tanto llorar y lo que era un para siempre se quedó en nada.
En el salón escuchando blues, oliendo a Creed Aventus, bebiendo Grey Goose.
Sueño con el jet privado desde que iba en bus, ahora el parking del estudio parece Puerto
Banús. Si me llama el abogado, va news.
Yo le di la mano a Judas y ha acabado en la cruz. Cuando la cago, la pago, por eso hago más blues.
Solo puedo ver tu cara -cuando apago la luz. -Escribo desde el hoyo que yo me cavé.
No me juzguen, yo me la busqué.
Morí por gente que no he vuelto a ver, si es por el -arte, lo volvería a hacer.
-Vivo de los juegos que dejó el olvido, escribo poemas que no calmó el vino.
Besos que soñamos y que nunca dimos por miedo, -y ahora cuido como amigos.
-Ya no puedo verte una vez más, si me miras, se me olvida hasta respirar.
Me quedé sin lágrimas de tanto llorar, y lo que era un para -siempre se quedó en nada.
-Por los besos que no me -dabas. . . -Cuando más te necesitaba.
-Por volver a volar sin alas.
-Ya no puedo verte una vez más.
English translation
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ih. . .
I don't know how you are, I know you're missing me.
And although it bothers me, it must be said that I bet everything on you and I was left with nothing, I don't know why.
Come with me to the worst club in the city, where you find the best of each portal.
There where those who want to forget hide and the kisses taste of tobacco and diazepam.
The red of your mouth and your smell of pot, whiskey on the rock, my crazy life.
Learning from defeat and giving shit, from where we come from, that's what we have to do.
-For a kiss from the skinny girl I would give anything, and now I don't know if that cat's eyes look towards anyone.
There are wounds that I cannot sew to return to being the person I was before you met me, and that the last time I was going to eat you would be like the first.
And now I want to live without fear of tomorrow, as if nothing mattered, I had to walk away despite myself.
-I can't see you one more time, if you look at me, I forget to even breathe.
I ran out of tears from crying so much and what was forever came to nothing.
In the living room listening to the blues, smelling Creed Aventus, drinking Gray Goose.
I have dreamed of the private jet since I was riding the bus, now the studio parking lot looks like Puerto
Banus. If the lawyer calls me, it goes news.
I shook hands with Judas and he ended up on the cross. When I screw up, I pay for it, that's why I make more blues.
I can only see your face when I turn off the light. -I write from the hole that I dug myself.
Don't judge me, I asked for it.
I died for people I have never seen again, if it is for art, I would do it again.
-I live from the games that oblivion left, I write poems that the wine did not calm.
Kisses that we dreamed of and that we never gave out of fear, -and now I care like friends.
-I can't see you one more time, if you look at me, I forget to even breathe.
I ran out of tears from crying so much, and what was a para-always came to nothing.
-For the kisses you didn't give me. . . -When I needed you most.
-For flying again without wings.
-I can't see you again.