More songs by Cultura Profética
Description
Producer: Willy Rodríguez
Producer, Recording Engineer: Daniel Lo Presti
Producer, Recording Engineer: Wilfrido Vargas Marte
Mixing Engineer: Ben Kane
Recording Engineer: Nicolás Btesh
Mastering Engineer: Alex De Turk
Lyrics and translation
Original
Déjame entrar esta noche, debajo de tu cobija, que ya son más de las doce, sabemos cómo esto termina.
Déjame, déjame entrar, contigo quiero despertar. Ajá.
Tú no te has visto y si te has visto, no te has visto bien.
Yo pierdo el piso por esos ojitos color miel.
Mírame, hazme rico y mírame, y finjamos que tenemos la confianza.
Sugiero que achiquemos la distancia, quitarte todo menos la esperanza.
Tal vez nos vemos mañana, pero hablemos de hoy.
Déjame entrar esta noche, debajo de tu cobija, que ya son más de las doce, sabemos cómo esto termina.
Déjame, déjame entrar, contigo quiero, ah.
Quiero quedarme en tu vida, ah.
Y darte todos los días, ah.
El desayuno en la cama, ah.
Y darles snooze a la alarma, ah.
Afuera puede que no escampe, no es que no quiera mojarme, es que lo quiero hacer contigo, tú solo búscale el sentido.
Se me acabó la poesía, justo al cruzar tu celosía.
La lluvia insiste, el deseo persiste, ya por desbordar.
Déjame entrar esta noche, debajo de tu cobija, que ya son más de las doce, sabemos cómo esto termina.
Déjame, déjame entrar, contigo quiero despertar.
Déjame entrar, no.
El plan es desaparecerme, no estar pa' nadie hasta la semana que viene, no.
Quedarme bajo tu cobija, construyendo sueños hechos a tu medida, babe.
Y le atinaré, tú confía, babe, solo déjame entrar. Déjame entrar.
Descubrir eso que escondes, debajo de.
Lo que no se ve a simple vista, ah.
Te quiero oír decir mi nombre, en una playa de mi isla.
Y ver la costa por el norte, vivir sin prisa.
Déjame entrar esta noche, debajo de tu cobija, que ya son más de las doce, sabemos cómo esto termina.
Déjame.
English translation
Let me come in tonight, under your blanket, it's already past twelve, we know how this ends.
Let me, let me in, I want to wake up with you. Aha.
You haven't seen yourself and if you have seen yourself, you haven't seen yourself well.
I lose the floor over those honey-colored eyes.
Look at me, make me rich and look at me, and let's pretend we have the confidence.
I suggest we close the distance, take away everything but hope.
Maybe we'll see you tomorrow, but let's talk about today.
Let me come in tonight, under your blanket, it's already past twelve, we know how this ends.
Let me, let me in, I want with you, ah.
I want to stay in your life, ah.
And give you every day, ah.
Breakfast in bed, ah.
And snooze the alarm, ah.
It may not be clear outside, it's not that I don't want to get wet, it's that I want to do it with you, you just look for the meaning.
I ran out of poetry, just as I crossed your lattice.
The rain insists, the desire persists, already about to overflow.
Let me come in tonight, under your blanket, it's already past twelve, we know how this ends.
Let me, let me in, I want to wake up with you.
Let me in, no.
The plan is to disappear, not be with anyone until next week, no.
Stay under your blanket, building dreams tailored to you, babe.
And I'll hit it, you trust, babe, just let me in. Let me in.
Discover what you hide, underneath.
What cannot be seen with the naked eye, ah.
I want to hear you say my name, on a beach on my island.
And see the coast to the north, live without haste.
Let me come in tonight, under your blanket, it's already past twelve, we know how this ends.
Let me.