More songs by Delilah
Description
Vocals: Delilah Rose Cabrera
Synthesizer, Piano, Guitar, Drums, Cello, Pedal Steel Guitar, Drum Programming, Recording Engineer, Producer: Juan Ariza
Mixing Engineer: Samantha Henry
Mastering Engineer: Jett Galindo
Producer: Delilah
Composer Lyricist: Delilah Rose Cabrera
Composer Lyricist: Nina Minguez
Composer Lyricist: Juan Andres Carreno Ariza
Lyrics and translation
Original
No sé si te olvidaré como lo hiciste para ser hoy yo también. Mmm.
Cuando usas color rosa no piensas en mi pelo.
Sus pupilas se dilatan si le dices te quiero.
Vi su foto y no puedo creer que ella tiene lo que yo no puedo.
Te quiero, pero no te quiero ver.
I don't wanna know if you're falling. I don't wanna know.
Y me enocias por ella.
Mmm.
Tal vez él la conoció besando conmigo.
No hay más explicación.
Duele mi estómago solo de pensar en ellos.
Me hago miles de preguntas y respuesta no tengo.
Vi su foto y no puedo creer que ella tiene lo que yo no puedo.
Te quiero, pero no te quiero ver.
Y no sabes qué sentir.
La rabia que me da pedir que no te hubiera conocido porque me enamoré.
I don't wanna know if you're falling. I don't wanna know.
Y me enocias por ella. Mmm.
Y me enocias por. . .
English translation
I don't know if I will forget you like you did to be me today too. Hmm.
When you wear pink you don't think about my hair.
His pupils dilate if you say I love you.
I saw her photo and I can't believe she has what I can't.
I love you, but I don't want to see you.
I don't wanna know if you're falling. I don't wanna know.
And you hate me for her.
Hmm.
Maybe he met her by kissing me.
There is no further explanation.
My stomach hurts just thinking about them.
I ask myself thousands of questions and I don't have answers.
I saw her photo and I can't believe she has what I can't.
I love you, but I don't want to see you.
And you don't know what to feel.
The anger that makes me ask that I wouldn't have met you because I fell in love.
I don't wanna know if you're falling. I don't wanna know.
And you hate me for her. Hmm.
And you make me mad for. . .