More songs by Sofia Thompson
Description
Composer Lyricist: Martha Sofia Monroy Thompson
Composer Lyricist: Olegario Aguilar Rubio
Composer Lyricist: Carlos Julián
Studio Producer: Ole Aguilar
Executive Producer: Jay Andrade
Mixing Engineer: Oliver García
Mastering Engineer: Oliver García
Lyrics and translation
Original
Son las seis, se empaña la ventana.
Ya van tres semanas que no llamas y no te he dicho nada, pero estaba acostumbrada a tener tu cuerpo junto al mío, a llenarnos con nuestro vacío.
Pero no estás conmigo, ni yo estoy contigo.
Dejaremos a la mitad algo que no tenía fin y lo que pudo ser, tal vez ya no va a ser.
No dejemos a la mitad una historia por escribir.
Si nos sobró papel, dime qué hago con él.
Quiero que quieras, porque yo en serio te quiero, pero si tú no lo quieres, entonces tampoco quiero.
Yo conozco tus manos y sé que buscan las mías, pero ya tienen tres semanas frías, porque si somos buenos, buenos en querernos, no somos tan buenos, buenos en tenernos.
Dejaremos a la mitad algo que no tenía fin y lo que pudo ser, tal vez ya no va a ser.
No dejemos a la mitad una historia por escribir.
Si nos sobró papel, dime qué hago con él.
Más mi corazón que demente, incoherente.
A lo mejor, a lo mejor. . .
Pero siempre fuimos dementes y tenerte es lo mejor.
English translation
It's six o'clock, the window fogs up.
It's been three weeks since you called and I haven't said anything to you, but I was used to having your body next to mine, to filling us with our emptiness.
But you are not with me, nor am I with you.
We will leave something in the middle that had no end and what could have been, perhaps will no longer be.
Let's not leave a story halfway unwritten.
If we have leftover paper, tell me what I do with it.
I want you to want it, because I really love you, but if you don't want it, then I don't want it either.
I know your hands and I know they are looking for mine, but they have already been cold for three weeks, because if we are good, good at loving each other, we are not so good, good at having each other.
We will leave something in the middle that had no end and what could have been, perhaps will no longer be.
Let's not leave a story halfway unwritten.
If we have leftover paper, tell me what I do with it.
My heart is more insane, incoherent.
Maybe, maybe. . .
But we were always crazy and having you is the best.