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Description
Producer, Recording Engineer: Luis A. Del Valle
Executive Producer, Producer: Raquel Berrios
Recording Engineer: Ricardo Muñoz
Mastering Engineer: Simon Lancelot
Mixer, Remixer: Slow Jamz
Composer, Lyricist: Luis A. Del Valle
Composer: Luis Daniel Valentin
Composer, Lyricist: Raquel Berrios
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ya yo no soy la niña que tus ojos conocieron, la recuerdo bien.
Con la que te veías tú tan enamorado y ahora me miras con el rabo de nube.
Un zopero, ya te enojo y no eres cariñoso.
Yo que te miro en el brillo, yo me enfoco, ya te estoy volviendo loco y ya no sé por qué.
Mira, baby, que esta te amo. Si me voy nunca vuelvo.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Y no me pega más. Mira, baby, que esta te amo.
No ves lo que yo veo.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Ya no culpa más.
Nos miramos como espejo reflejando lo complejo, chocando como ciego los ojos que ya visten el celo de los dedos. Se está acabando el tiempo, estás jugando con el fuego.
Yo que te miro en el brillo, yo me enfoco, ya te estoy volviendo loco y no sé ya quién debe qué hacer.
Mira, baby, que esta te amo.
Si me voy nunca vuelvo.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Y no me pega más. Mira, baby, que esta te amo.
No ves lo que yo veo.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Lo juro.
Y no me importa ya.
Tú siempre estás mirando al lugar equivocado, te sigues enfocando en el alma de nadie.
No sé a qué te enfocando si aquí nadie es un santo y tú estando helando le conduces bailando el tango. Mira, baby, que esta te amo. Si me voy nunca vuelvo.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Y no me pega más. Mira, baby, que esta te amo.
No ves lo que yo veo.
Mira, baby.
Mira, baby. Mira, baby. Mira, baby.
Lo juro. Lo juro.
English translation
I am no longer the girl that your eyes knew, I remember her well.
With whom you seemed so in love and now you look at me with the tail of a cloud.
A fool, I'm already making you angry and you're not affectionate.
I look at you in the brightness, I focus, I'm already driving you crazy and I don't know why.
Look, baby, I love you. If I leave I'll never come back.
Look, baby. Look, baby. And it doesn't hit me anymore. Look, baby, I love you.
You don't see what I see.
Look, baby. Look, baby. He doesn't blame anymore.
We look at ourselves like a mirror reflecting the complex, colliding like blind eyes that already dress the zeal of our fingers. Time is running out, you're playing with fire.
I look at you in the brightness, I focus, I'm already driving you crazy and I no longer know who should do what.
Look, baby, I love you.
If I leave I'll never come back.
Look, baby. Look, baby. And it doesn't hit me anymore. Look, baby, I love you.
You don't see what I see.
Look, baby. Look, baby. Look, baby. Look, baby. I swear.
And I don't care anymore.
You are always looking in the wrong place, you keep focusing on nobody's soul.
I don't know what you're focusing on if no one here is a saint and you, being freezing, lead them dancing the tango. Look, baby, I love you. If I leave I'll never come back.
Look, baby. Look, baby. And it doesn't hit me anymore. Look, baby, I love you.
You don't see what I see.
Look, baby.
Look, baby. Look, baby. Look, baby.
I swear. I swear.