More songs by Veintiuno
Description
Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals: Diego Arroyo
Drums: Pepe Narváez
Guitar: Rafael Pachón
Unknown: Tato Latorre
Keyboards, Programming: Tato Latorre
Masterer, Producer: Tato Latorre
Mixer: Tomi Pérez
Vocals: Veintiuno
Bass: Yago Martín Banet
Writer: Diego Arroyo Bretaño
Composer: José Narváez Clemente
Composer: Rafael Pachón del Pozo
Composer: Yago Martín Banet
Lyrics and translation
Original
Si hoy no tienes plan, ven y subimos hasta el planetario y nos reímos de la gente que es feliz.
Hoy bien podría ser el día que inspire el resto de tu vida.
Y te mueres tanto de miedo por mí, que me recuerdas un poco a mí.
Si quieres, te dejo que seas mi flecha en el pecho, mi gloria perdida, mi guerra de Troya, mi imperio cayendo a tus pies.
Si quieres, podemos salvarnos sin dar nada a cambio.
Tal vez hacer todo al revés al final sale bien, al final sale bien.
Atrincherado en un poema y el mundo que me espere fuera, que cuando haya bandera blanca volveré.
La vida es una enredadera y la voy escalando entera, rezando porque cuando llegue tendré suerte y te veré.
Si quieres, te dejo que seas mi flecha en el pecho, mi gloria perdida, mi guerra de Troya, mi imperio cayendo a tus pies.
Si quieres, podemos salvarnos sin dar nada a cambio.
Tal vez hacer todo al revés al final sale bien.
Podría decirte que me he reformado, que ya he aprendido, que ya lo he dejado, que no volverá a pasar.
Es todo mentira, me lo he imaginado. No puedo evitar lo que coño le hago.
Si soy una vela y me pienso volver a quemar.
Si quieres, te dejo que seas mi flecha en el pecho, mi gloria perdida, mi guerra de Troya, mi imperio cayendo a tus pies.
Si quieres, podemos salvarnos sin dar nada a cambio.
Tal vez hacer todo al revés al final sale bien.
Tal vez hacer todo al revés al final sale bien, al final sale bien.
English translation
If you don't have a plan today, come and we'll go up to the planetarium and laugh at the people who are happy.
Today could very well be the day that inspires the rest of your life.
And you're so scared of me that you remind me a little of me.
If you want, I let you be my arrow in my chest, my lost glory, my Trojan War, my empire falling at your feet.
If you want, we can save ourselves without giving anything in return.
Maybe doing everything backwards turns out well in the end, in the end it turns out well.
Entrenched in a poem and the world waiting for me outside, that when there is a white flag I will return.
Life is a vine and I am climbing it all, praying that when it arrives I will be lucky and see you.
If you want, I let you be my arrow in my chest, my lost glory, my Trojan War, my empire falling at your feet.
If you want, we can save ourselves without giving anything in return.
Maybe doing everything backwards turns out well in the end.
I could tell you that I have reformed, that I have already learned, that I have already left it, that it will not happen again.
It's all a lie, I imagined it. I can't help what the hell I do to him.
If I am a candle and I plan to burn again.
If you want, I let you be my arrow in my chest, my lost glory, my Trojan War, my empire falling at your feet.
If you want, we can save ourselves without giving anything in return.
Maybe doing everything backwards turns out well in the end.
Maybe doing everything backwards turns out well in the end, in the end it turns out well.