More songs by Mon Laferte
Description
Associated Performer, Producer: Mon Laferte
Drums: Rodrigo Ortega
Double Bass: Aarón Cruz
Clarinet: Diego Franco
Trumpet: Alfredo Pino
Trombone: Yudith Rojas
Piano: Emmanuel Cisneros
Violin: Carlos Roberto Gandara García
Violin: Leonelys Dayana Sánchez Camacho
Violin: Israel Torres Araiza
Violin: José Nabani Aguilar Vázquez
Violin: Florangel Karina De la Divina Cuicas Mujica
Violin: Jesús Arroyo Moreno
Violin: Wilfredo José Pérez Gaydos
Violin: David Jesus Viña Aguilera
Cello: Rodrigo Duarte
Cello: Karla Lugo
Cello: Xiunel Valdivia
Lyricist, Composer: Norma Monserrat Bustamante Laferte
Recording Engineer, Performance Arranger, Producer: Manú Jalil
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer: Nacho Sotelo
Recording Engineer: Jorge Valdés
Recording Engineer: Lu Garibay
Recording Engineer: Isaí Araujo
Recording Engineer: Daniel Bitrán
Recording Engineer: Israel Rodriguez-Martinez
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Daniel Castle
A& R Director: Gonzalo Herrerías
A& R Coordinator: Elida Ibarra
A& R Director: Txema Rosique
Lyrics and translation
Original
La femme fatale dice un titular con bastante liviandad.
Como si me conocieran si soy negro en primavera.
Welcome, el show debe continuar.
Me visto de tristeza en rojo satín.
Con multitud de soledad.
Cuánto mima la tarima, complaciente como siempre, soñando con algo de sobriedad.
Llevo el caos de promesa con mis labios.
Un poema en letal revolución.
No tengo nada que perder, que arda el mundo.
Yo quería que me amaran, nada más.
Lo vuelvo a hacer, lo quemo todo.
Soy experta en el arte de sabotear.
Tantos años intentando descifrar quién soy.
Tal vez soy esa femme fatale.
Llevo el caos de promesa con mis labios.
Un poema en letal revolución.
No tengo nada que perder, que arda el mundo.
Yo quería que me amaran, nada más.
Y para explicarte mi corazón, soy ataques de ansiedad.
En mi voz tengo un reino de tormenta en primavera.
Por favor, una gran ovación for the femme fatale.
English translation
The femme fatale says a headline rather lightly.
Like they know me if I'm black in the spring.
Welcome, the show must go on.
I dress sadly in red satin.
With a multitude of loneliness.
How much he pampers the stage, accommodating as always, dreaming of some sobriety.
I carry the chaos of promise with my lips.
A poem in lethal revolution.
I have nothing to lose, let the world burn.
I wanted them to love me, nothing more.
I'm doing it again, I burn it all.
I am an expert in the art of sabotage.
So many years trying to figure out who I am.
Maybe I'm that femme fatale.
I carry the chaos of promise with my lips.
A poem in lethal revolution.
I have nothing to lose, let the world burn.
I wanted them to love me, nothing more.
And to explain my heart to you, I am anxiety attacks.
In my voice I have a kingdom of storm in spring.
Please, a standing ovation for the femme fatale.